There was once a cat called <br />Trouble-some Mac'fee, <br />who had a bad habit, <br />of inviting himself to tea. <br />When the clock struck four, <br />he would tap on the door, <br />meow and scrach, <br />then lift up the latch. <br />He never had a thought, <br />for dear Aunt Mable, <br />because he would rush right in, <br />and jump straight on the table. <br />He would steal a cake, <br />from of the plate, <br />then run back through the door, <br />and out of the gate. <br />Mac-fee Mac-fee, <br />always there for tea. <br />Now Mac-fee played a game <br />called, hide n seek. <br />At one time he went missing, <br />for over a week. <br />Aunt Mable said <br />'has he gone for good, <br />but was there any reason <br />why he should! <br />No one saw him, <br />hair or hide, <br />We serched all over, <br />far and wide. <br />Then on a Friday, just before tea <br />who should turn up, <br />our trouble-some Mac-Fee <br />His paws were dirty, <br />and his coat was shabby, <br />but oh how we loved, <br />that dear old tabby. <br />Mac-Fee Mac-Fee, <br />always there for tea. <br />Aunt Mable had passed on, <br />and so had her cake, <br />and poor Mac-Fee, <br />was getting thin as rake. <br />When the clock struck four, <br />he went next door, <br />to see what tit bits, <br />he could score. <br />Alas the cake was not the same, <br />so old Mac-Fee, <br />came home again. <br />Poor Mac-Fee he missed aunt Mable, <br />and all the cakes, <br />that were laid on the table. <br />Nine lives were leaving, poor Mac-Fee, <br />and his troublesome days were over, <br />and now his buried in a field, <br />under a bed of clover.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cat-that-came-to-tea/
