Frilly Rolly Furlly
Sleep, eat, and hunt....next time I want to come back as a cat!
How did it happen?
Can’t be sure where to find it,
That Frilly Rolly Furlly.
It wanders to and fro.
Sometimes stable as a box,
Sometimes rolling like a ball.
The last I think I saw it
Was walking down the hall
And Frilly Rolly Furlly,
As clever as a fox,
Knew right where I would go.
And waited, silent as a kit,
‘til round the corner unwary
It startled me and so,
Had I but been a canary,
It could’ve roasted me on a spit.
No, Frilly Rolly Furlly
Can be quite dormant, too.
When I lie flat for the telly
It lies right there, still too,
One leg outstretched for warning,
Should I but move to go,
If not until the morning,
That’s all it needs to know.
Well trained I am and ready,
The Majesty’s day schedule
Is clock-fixed in my brain;
It surely fixed the rule
That even when it’s heady
The schedule must remain:
Sleep, eat, hunt and steady
No slightest deviation,
No subrogated clause,
Lest Frilly Rolly Furlly
Should dig me with its claws.
One insult I did give it
To keep it close to home.
A first and last finale
No longer he to roam,
The vet was sure and swift
The he that was before,
Received the “it” my gift.
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If the gift could be undone,
No way I would relent,
It’s youth remains unspent.
So Frilly Rolly Furlly
A kitten then and now.
Will keep right on its playing,
Just like its playing now.
Copyright 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
Another cat tale with a family of quail added....
- The Curious Tale of Curious Quentin Quail
Here is a great story for parents to share at bedtime, or anytime. Quentin Quail was the curious chick in the Quail Family. He was so curious that his Mother Quail gave him the nickname of Curious Quentin Quail. His curiosity was a call for Mau-Mau.