The National Cat Show

The National Cat-Show was terribly grand,
With cats there of all shapes and sizes.
The judges, too, were a very posh lot
As they summed-up the cats and gave prizes.
But there wasn't a cat in that very great show
That seemed half as worthy as my moggy Joe.

Joe is a rather aggressive old cat
Which is proved by the state of his ears.
They are frayed at the edges, his nose too is scarred,
Which earns him respect from his peers.
But there wasn't a cat in that very great show
That looked half as brave as my moggy Joe.

The Asians had coats which were short and compact.
The Persians had fur that was silky.
There were spotteds and tabbies and bi-colours too
And 'creams' that, in truth, were more 'milky'.
But there wasn't a cat in that very great show
With fur half as thick as my moggy Joe.

Some breeds there were said to be terribly rare
And some were worth thousands of pounds.
They must sleep on cushions embroidered with gold
In houses where money abounds.
But there wasn't a cat in that very great show
That I'd think of swapping for my moggy Joe.

One winning cat's eyes were the deepest of blue.
An Asian had eyes that looked mean.
There were white cats with each eye a different hue!
One black's were the brightest of green.
But there wasn't a cat in that very great show
With eyes half as loving as my moggy Joe.

Nokomis