Page 3 - The Gluckman Occasonal Number Nine
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Puss in a state of make-believe
Found a flaw in my pillow’s weave
And tore it up; a game to him,
I swore I’d do the same to him.
On finding kitty in my chair
I argued she should not be there,
Using terms both strong and subtle—
Like her method of rebuttal.
Why did she dish out a drubbing?
What made her serve up a snubbing?
You chose the wrong way to rub her—
But sweet and sour puss you dub her.
A housebound cat can get the news
By sniffing at a stranger’s shoes,
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With a byline on his trousers.
She’s gazing at you like a sphinx,
This hungry cat who sits and thinks
About a question—one you can
Quite gladly answer, “Me, a man!”
Just ahead of the canine pack
Puss lopes into a cul-de-sac.
Have these pursuers made her tense?
She shrugs them off beneath a fence.
A complicated cat takes pains
With any person whom she trains,
Teaching him in just what measures
She will take her simple pleasures.
