Growltiger's Last Stand - T.S. Eliot
I put the T. S. Eliot's poem Growltiger's Last Stand into the Tsubaki prompt window.
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- Catboy, cat ears, cat tails, furry] GROWLTIGER was a Brave Cat, who lived upon a barge In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued hıs evil aims, Rejoicing in his title of "The Terror of the Thames" His manners and appearance did not calculate to please, His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees, One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why, And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye The cottagers of Rotherhithe know something of his fame, At Hammersmth and Putney people shuddered at hs name They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose, When the rumour ran along the shore GROWLTIGER'S ON THE LOOSE Woe to the weak canary, that futtered from it's cage, Woe to the pampered Pekinnese, that faced Growltiger's rage Woe to the bristly Bandicoot, that lurks on foreign ships, And woe to any Cat wth whom Growltiger came to grips! But most to Cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed, To Cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed The Persıan and the Siamese regarded him wth fear- Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear. Now on a peaceful summer night, all nature seemed at play, The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side Hs bucko mate, GRUMBUSKIN, long since had disappeared, For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard, And hls bosun, TUMBLEBRUTUS, he too had stoľ'n away- In the yard behund the Lion he was prowling for hs prey In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sate alone, Concentrating hs attention on the Lady GRIDDLEBONE And hs raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks- As the Siamese came creeping their sampans and their junks Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone, And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone, Disposed to relaxation, and awating no surprise- But the moonlıght shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes And closer still and closer the sampans curcled round, And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound The lovers sang ther last duet, in danger of their lives- For the foe was armed wth toasting forks and cruel carving knives Then GILBERT gave the signal to his fierce Mongolıan horde, With a frightful burst of fireworks the Chinks they swarmed aboard Abandonıng ther sampans, and ther pullaways and junks, They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks Then Gridlebone she gave screech, for she was badly skeered, I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared She probably escaped wth ease, I'm sure she was not drowned- But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround The ruthles foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank, Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank He who a hundred victims had drven to that drop, At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop Oh there was Joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land, At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand Rats were roasted whole at Brentford, and at Victoria Dock, And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok
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