Herbert And The CatsA Poem by Leslie Philibertsomething light again....Old Herbert, hater of the feline species nearly got one at twenty feet with a schnapps bottle ; these hairy rats piss on my cauliflowers he winded through yellow molars. That was a Tuesday, a wet one. Been in the garage again, these smellies ; I heard them coughing between the tyres. The doors have more scratches than Gran`s glasses. The postman, an outsider to the human race, must have let them in ; send ´em back to Egypt. That was Thursday ; better weather. The cats must have killed him. As brave streeters we all lined up at the funeral ; in his honour we all slightly lifted a leg, without scorn. Might have been a Friday ; but I`m not sure now.
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11 Reviews Added on March 28, 2013 Last Updated on March 28, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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