The title is mine (and the verse split). The illustration to the right is the card that Pat sent to me in London, not having the time to write it up in the card before I had to depart to the Capital once more at the weekend. It’s relevant to the poem, hence the inclusion.
The poem is most definitely Pat’s!!!
It was an odd and motley band, with floozie on the drums,
And Gizmo on the violin, his thoughts on sticky buns.
Young Scuzzie played the tuba, blowing hard with all her might,
Her cheeks puffed like her midriff, it was the strangest sight!
The vocals were a problem, as two of them were mute,
So they roped in a passing moggie, who was really rather cute!
Another passing alleycat could play a chord or two,
So they put him on the French horn where he blew a View Haloo!
This caused a minor ruckus when it drew in several dogs,
But soon the thing was sorted when they called in the "big mogs".
They very soon had players for the xylophone and sax,
The trumpet and the squeezebox, and were playing to the max.
Soon, all they needed was a cat to play percussion,
And this was quickly chosen after very brief discussion.
At last, they all were ready, this rag-tag motley crew,
But why were they assembled? To sing "Happy Birthday" to you !! Enjoy!
- Pat Compton, 5th June 2005
N.B. For more of a background on the cats and their characters, it might be worth reading through my blog pages - try June 2005, as that refers to this poem.