Can't claim to be a fan particularly of TS Eliot but do like his poem
Hippopotamus and have always loved
Mr Mistoffelees as a kid I always thought that hilarious, as an adult and revisiting it due to this post I found a fabulous rhyme - last 2 lines - how good is that???
He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced--
You have seen it one moment, and then it is
gawn!
But you'll find it next week lying out on the
lawn.
Just realized how many of his poems were actually about cats - he must have been a fan.
Cheers
Maureen