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The Legend of Tabby O'Dell

Contributed by applethoughtrotten on Monday, 26th July 2010 @ 12:19:54 PM in AEST
Topic: FriendshipPoetry

Gather round both young and old for I've a tale to tell.
About this little lonely cat by the name of Tabby O'Dell.

Tabby was a fiesty critter. Spunky as could be.
She loved to play with other cats and often played in trees.
Many a day you'd see her prancing down the allies.
Digging through all the trash cans of the gourmet restaurant galleys.

Once she found a Doggy bone. Wow that was a sight.
Watching Tabby drag it home. It took her half the night..
But Tabby was a lonely gal for she did not have a pet.
She would dream away for hours of the boy she'd oneday get.

Til oneday little Tabby, as she came around a bend,
found a little Chinese boy and soon they were best friends.
It seemed no matter where they'd go they were always seen together.
Be it morning, noon or night, even nasty weather!

Soon she was invited to her new friends house.
Where a feast she did enjoy of fresh sun ripened mouse.
To her this was the finest time. A time so full of joy.
Just Tabby O'Dell the lonely cat and her pet little boy.

They were in the kitchen. I believe it was at night.
When sadly Tabby and her little boy had an awful fight.

Tabby clawed and sneered and bit as if she had a fever.
Then promptly had her head chopped off by a Chinese cleaver!
Her head rolled down the counter. Onto the floor it flew.
The lifeless carcass of Tabby O'Dell soon to be cat stew.

While the moral of this story is not easy to explain,
it has to do with relationships and how they often end.
So make sure when you get attached that you don't act a fool
or soon you'll find your head cut off and no more than kitty stew!

Copyright © applethoughtrotten ... [ 2010-07-26 12:19:54]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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