BATHTUB BALL
My cat plays ball in the
bathtub,
While the tub, of course, is bone dry,
And the frantic antics
of the cat,
Often cause the ball to fly high.
With a good swift bat, the tiny
cat,
Can send the ball up to the rim,
Where it rolls around
and then goes down,
For the cat to bat at again.
But one day the ball flew out of the tub,
Into the
adjacent porcelain pot,
It vanished then from the little cat's
sight
And did not bounce back ... as it ought.
The porcelain pot was big and round,
And the water
it held, deep and cold,
The cat was sad; she felt very bad,
With her ball
now submerged in that bowl.
Disturbed, distressed, under major duress,
She
closed her eyes tight and jumped in
She landed head-first in that
cold, wet vat,
And got soaked clear through to her skin.
Pulled out by the furry nape of
her neck,
And dried off with a thick, thirsty
towel,
The bewildered, damp cat sat limply
back,
Amidst hysterical wails
and howls.
So where oh where had her little ball
gone?
It surely was nowhere in sight,
Had the porcelain bowl swallowed it
whole?
Oh my, what a terrible plight!
But her S. O. S. cries got swift
replies,
When a plumber soon answered the call,
He'd come to plumb, and his job was well
done,
When he gave back to the cat her lost
ball.
Her master was dazed by the plumber's bill,
Although pleased that the ball got
unstuck,
But the blasé cat could not have cared
less,
About the bill for One Hundred
Bucks!
Well, gosh ... a One
Hundred Dollar ball game,
For a flat, skinny purse was
too much,
I wondered then ... should I put the cat back ...
In
that porcelain bowl ... and just ... FLUSH!
(Just kidding)
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright July 2010
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