The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day, <br />Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of serious hosts a-battling, as they mingled in the fray. <br /> <br />'What is that?' we cried, upstarting, and into the darkness darting, slap! we ran against the door. <br />'Oh , 'tis nothing,' Edward grumbled, as o'er a huge armchair we stumbled, ''tis a bug and nothing more.' <br /> <br />Then said we, our anger rising (for we thought it so surprising that a bug should thus offend)— <br />'Do you think a small insect, sir, thus would all the air infect, sir? No, 'tis not a bug, my friend. <br /> <br />Now, becoming sorely frightened, round our waist our pants we tightened, and put on our coat and hat— <br />When into the darkness peering, we saw with trembling and much fearing, the glaring eyes of Thomas Cat. <br /> <br />With astonishment and wonder we gazed upon this son of thunder, as he sat upon the floor— <br />When resolution taking, and a rapid movement making, lo, we opened wide the door. <br /> <br />Now, clear out, we hoarsely shouted, as o'er head our boot was flouted. 'Take your presence from my floor.' <br />Then with air and mien majestic, this dear creature called domestic, made his exit through the door. <br /> <br />Made his exit without growling, neither was his voice howling, not a single word he said. <br />And with feelings much elated, to escape a doom so fated, we went back to bed.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-parody-on-poe-s/
