A Very Dark Cat.

Somewhat tipsy,

says I, for a laugh, to his lordship:

'We're having a salad:

tomatoes and lettuce,

sweet pepper and cucumber

and other like earthy stuff.

Perhaps you'll partake?'

Says he, very serious:

'Meat is what I eat.

The flesh of other beasts.

Mind I don't chew on your mouth

some night you've gone and passed out.'