I is for Poetry with an eye in it (sorry an I in it) . .

I have been working on my homebrew summer house all day. OK not all day as I had to pop into Shrewsbury to get some screws, metal cutting discs for the angle grinder and a few other bits. And although it is made out of old things to make it look posh it needs some new stuff so it is all getting right complicated.  Anyway the thing is I am still repeating a few old posts from previous A to Zs cos most of them a jolly good (O Yes They Are).  

Todays is from last year 2016 although not from the A to Z and it has little to do with eyes sorry I's except there are a lot of I's in this poem (not many eyes) and it has words that rhyme with I like Pie and Die and Fence (Ah DAMN that is not right). 

So here we have it one of my poems from a time when I wrote a lot of them . . A time before I got seriously busy in the real world.  


As I walked, home one day

I saw a cute cat, sat on a fence

So I bought it from its owner

For three pound fifty pence

I told the owner I was hungry

And was going to eat it for my tea

In a curry or a cute cat pie

But the owner got upset

And said he didn't want his cat to die

But I said I was looking forward to my meal now

And so in order to keep his cat alive

He would have to pay a little more

Say about fifteen pounds twenty five

Later

When I got home

I told everyone

Of my great capitalist plan

And everyone agree, I was a very clever man

And although I'm rather modest

I  also had to totally agree

And I smiled smugly

As I tucked into a bowl

Of fresh puppy soup

And goldfish kedgeree