I am a person that enjoys a good story and will read for ages, if in the mood. Sadly, this has not been so often lately. However, I have never gotten into poetry, with the exception of one poem. It was part of a Storyteller collection, which I had as a kid. I would put the cassette tape in, turn to the correct page and listen as the poem was read. To this day, I can still hear the tape in my head and know almost all the words to this poem.
I don’t know where I originally found the poem on the web, but shared it with friends on a forum, which is where I found it again, to share with you now.
Dad and the Cat and the Tree.
This morning a cat got stuck in our tree,
Dad said, “Right Just leave this to me.”
The tree was wobbly, the tree was tall
Mum said, “For goodness sake don’t fall!”
“Fall?” scoffed Dad, “A climber like me?
Childs play this is! You wait and see.”
He got out the ladder from the garden shed,
It slipped, he landed in the flower bed.
“Never mind,” said Dad brushing the dirt
Off his hair and his face and his trousers and shirt,
“We’ll try Plan B. Stand out of the way”,
Mum said “Don’t fall” again, “OK?”
“Fall again?” said Dad, “Funny Joke!”
Then he swung himself up on a branch – It broke.
Dad landed, wallop! – back on the deck.
Mum said “Stop it! You’ll break your neck!”
“Rubbish!” said Dad, “now we try Plan C.
Easy as winking to a climber like me!”
Then he climbed up high on the garden wall,
Guess what? He didn’t fall!
He gave a great leap and he landed flat
In the crook of the tree trunk right on the cat!
The cat gave a yell and sprang to the ground,
Pleased as Punch to be safe and sound.
So it’s smiling and smirking, smug as can be,
But poor old Dad’s