1 The Little Cobbled Backstreet. (A Childrens Poem) Poem by Bryan Sefton

There's a little cobbled back street runs behind our terraced house
Full of overflowing dust bins and a mouse that has a louse
He will sit and scratch for hours when he thinks no one is there
Behind his ears he scratches till his whiskers are a blur

Now in our little cobbled back street we have got a one eyed cat
Who can only see one half the street when on the doorstep sat
And I do believe that had he known the cat may well have cried
For a foot away the louse mouse scratched upon the cats blind side

Now in our little cobbled back street there's a dog with a wooden leg
Who falls upon backside every time he sits to beg
An early warning system for the cat and mouse to hear
For they hear the pitter! patter! tap! Should the dog appear

Now the louse mouse went out searching for some food one lovely day
He thought he'd try the dustbin that stood across the way
The cat too went to that side for on that side stood the shade
To escape from the sun's bright glare and from the heat it made

The mouse stepped from the dustbin and there he saw the cat
Forgetting that they were reversed upon the good side sat
He scratched away contented with the one eye gleaming down
Then the scratching stopped for evermore. No mouse, louse nor sound

The cat sat on the doorstep one bright and lovely day
Knowing well the mouse no more would on his blindside play
When came the warning sound he feared and turned around to run
He shot off down the back street like a bullet from a gun

He skidded round the corner and found to his surprise
The dog with the wooden leg stood there with evil in his eyes
Mercifully quick his end the cat alas, no more
His epitaph, a blind man's stick was deaths knock on his door