So we just ‘whirl round’.
Between jobs with barely.
Any time to sleep.
We’ve just got to keep going!!!
– it was the black kitten’s
fault entirely.
– it was the black kitten’s
fault entirely.
For the white kitten
had been having its face
washed by the old cat
for the last quarter of an hour
That’s just how our days go:
We’re at work all day.
And at night we try to get.
Something done at home.
Whilst on our ‘day off’.
We have to sort out something.
Urgent at our family home.
In the village…
(and bearing it pretty well, considering);
so you see that
it couldn’t have had
any hand in the mischief.
The way Dinah washed
her children’s faces was this:
first she held the poor thing
down by its ear with one paw,
So we just ‘whirl round’.
Between jobs with barely.
Any time to sleep.
We’ve just got to keep going!!!
and then with the other paw
she rubbed its face all over,
the wrong way,
beginning at the nose:
and just now,
as I said,
she was hard at work
on the white kitten,
One Saturday in June.
I went to visit my Mum.
– I’d love to see.
Her more often!!
She fills us all with.
Her care, joy and optimism!
She fills us all with.
Her care, joy and optimism!
which was lying quite still
and trying to purr
– no doubt feeling that
it was all meant for its good.
But the black kitten had been
finished with earlier in the afternoon,
But the black kitten had been
finished with earlier in the afternoon,
So we just ‘whirl round’.
Between jobs with barely.
Any time to sleep.
We’ve just got to keep going!!!
*Because I read my friend’s new letter.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
You are a poet(poetess) indeed, my friend!
And the photo at the head of this page is, of course, yours, my friend!
