Ballade
Goodbye, Claude Balls
There once was a fellow called Strong
whose legs grew impressively long.
He liked them like that.
They ensured that his cat
could not climb them and do dreadful wrong.
The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus
Worthier responses can be found here.
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giggle snort bwa hahah!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about that... I've seen cat's shimmy up long legs before!
ReplyDeleteSome can, some do. Depends what they're after, I guess.
DeleteI laughed!
ReplyDeleteHaha! Love it!
ReplyDeleteI tried Googling the name, but found nothing informative. I wonder why?! LOL
ReplyDeleteWhoodya Google, pet? Balthus, King Cole, or Claude Balls?
DeleteInstead of Claude Balls, try "The Tomcat's Revenge"
No joy from that either, Doc - only a Facebook page ref, which I'm not able to access, as I chose not to belong! Besides, I don't like cats...
DeleteOh, hysterical!! *big laugh*
ReplyDeleteSmartly nimble; well done.
ReplyDeletehilarious.. :D
ReplyDeleteI LOLed. :-)
ReplyDeletePearl
This poem is just what the doctor recommended. When I saw The Kind of Cats, the first thing I thought was, "What a long-legged fellow." So I roared with delight when you put reason to the length of his limbs.
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie Entry
He IS tall chap, isn't he? I bet tailors would struggle to do that inside leg!
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh! Funny!
ReplyDeleteComic relief. I doubt there can be worthier responses to this gangling fellow's picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Yvonne. But I wouldn't bet on it.
DeleteHahaha - brilliant!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant, I love it.
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