Mr Purry Supervises Tom's Cafe Poem by Tom Billsborough

The Cafe door is open. It's open every hour.
The menu is quite varied, all you could desire.
And every passing customer
Is greeted with a cheer.

And what is more, the food is free.
That's true, I make no charge.
Such welcome generosity
My largesse extra large!

My usual guest is Whitey Paws
Who really was quite fey.
As at my glance, she'd raise her nose
And promptly run away.

But yesterday, the thing turned round
We stared at one another.
She paused a mo. But stood her ground
And cleaned the ruddy platter.

My cat, meanwhile, who meditates
Upon his luxury chair
Is not inclined to speculate
Who wanders through the door.

He only moves... and mighty quick
When she tries to push her luck.
He wouldn't let the beggar nick
His precious Peking duck!