The Cat's Out of The Bag
Eddie got into a scrape
Whilst essaying a great escape,
At 4 a.m. when the alarm bell rang,
He saw his chance and out he sprang.
His opportunity to be free!
Only to be discovered under the marquee
By a horticultural bargee.
Now back in the Vinery he sits,
Enduring the taunts of mice, whilst bits
Of Cucamelon he grabs and gnaws,
And oft times licking his butter smeared paws -
A guaranteed way to end his "tours".
He realises now he must not roam
And that Fulham Palace is his home.
I need to plot better next time...