Poem; Pooh, my love.

Pooh was a stray cat
Who landed at my house,
But in the time we had her
She never caught a mouse!
Pooh was a tabby cat
Who only had one eye,
And took herself down Fen Street,
To see what she could spy.
It wasn't long before a cry went up,
"She's eaten all my cheese,
Can you find me some more, please?"
All the boys went fishing,
Just outside our door,
And of course Pooh went back for more!
She was the kind of animal
Who loved the warmth of fire,
One day she sat too close to it,
And her fur was set afire!
Singed and blackened
But none the worse for wear
It did not cure her, because
She always insisted sitting there.
Pooh was a friendly cat
Affectionate, warm and true,
And every time Liam came to stay,
He would call her from outside,
"Pooh, my love, dinner time!"
And from somewhere she would appear
Like a steam train express,
Ah! Yes, she never missed a trick,
And I suppose up in Heaven,
She will still be pinching cheese,
Of course, looking very pleased!
Augustine Nash.