Thursday, May 8, 2008

Practical Thursday Part Two

Here's the next poem of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. This one is a bit scary, as good pirate stories often are - and Growltiger isn't the nicest kitty, but it's still a good story. The good news is all the pirates we know are so much nicer!

(Also there are a few words that are old fashioned and no longer politically acceptable, but Mommy felt that it was better to leave the poem intact.)

GROWLTIGER'S LAST STAND

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge:
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims,
Rejoicing in his title of 'The Terror of the Thames'.

His manners and appearance did not calculate to please;
His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees;
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why,
And scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame;
At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name.
They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose,
When rumor ran along the shore: GROWLTIGER'S ON THE LOOSE!

Woe to the weak canary, that fluttered from it's cage;
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage;
Woe to the bristly Bandicoot, that lurks on foreign ships,
And woe to any Cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!

But most of Cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed;
To Cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed.
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear -
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear.

Now on a peaceful summer night, all nature seemed at play,
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay.
All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking in the tide -
And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.

His bucko mate, GRUMBUSKIN, long since had disappeared,
For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard;
And his bosun, TUMBLEBRUTUS, he too had stol'n away -
In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey.

In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sate alone,
Concentrating his attention on the Lady GRIDDLEBONE.
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks -
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone,
And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone,
Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise -
But the moonlight shone reflected from a hundred bright blue eyes.

And closer still and closer the sampans circled round,
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives -
For the foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives.

Then GILBERT gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde;
With a frightful burst of fireworks the Chinks they swarmed aboard.
Abandoning their sampans, and their pullaways and junks,
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered;
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.
She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned -
But serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.

The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank;
Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.
He who a hundred victims had driven to the drop,
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land;
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand.
Rats were roasted whole at Brentford, and at Victoria Dock,
And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok.

7 comments:

Dragonheart, Merlin, Devi, and Chloe said...

Oh yes, that was a bit scary! We are very glad our pirate kitty friends are a lot friendlier than Growltiger!

Parker said...

That's such fun to read!

Captain Jack and Sir Dante said...

OH wow! We hope that never happens to us!! -Captain Jack and Fagin

Great poem my wonderful Pearl. I would change on line though and have it say: Sir Dante had no eye or ear for aught but Beautiful Pearl. - Love Always, Dante

Tybalt said...

Awwww, I feel kinda sad for Growltiger.

ANGEL ABBYGRACE said...

Ooooo we got a bits scairt when we read about Growltiger....

Purrs
Abby

Queen Snickers, Empress and Princess Renna said...

An intense poem! We were very captivated by it!

Momma discovered our computer cord will work if it is all strait and she is going to wrap the chewed bits in electrical tape tonight so it will be safer. The replacement cord cost $80 green papers and we can't get it right now. As soon as we can we will though. It makes her nervous. Smooches, Jake! ~Queen Snickers

Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...

Oh, dat is a wunnerful poem...Speedy sez dat big meany had it coming.