Gus: The Theatre Cat Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door	A
His name as I ought to have told you before	A
Is really Asparagus That's such a fuss	B
To pronounce that we usually call him just Gus	B
His coat's very shabby he's thin as a rake	C
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake	C
Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of Cats	D
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats	D
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime	E
Though his name was quite famous he says in its time	E
And whenever he joins his friends at their club	F
Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub	F
He loves to regale them if someone else pays	G
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days	G
For he once was a Star of the highest degree	H
He has acted with Irving he's acted with Tree	H
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls	I
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat calls	I
But his grandest creation as he loves to tell	J
Was Firefrorefiddle the Fiend of the Fell	J
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I have played so he says every possible part	K
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart	K
I'd extemporize back chat I knew how to gag	L
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag	L
I knew how to act with my back and my tail	M
With an hour of rehearsal I never could fail	M
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts	N
Whether I took the lead or in character parts	N
I have sat by the bedside of poor Little Nell	J
When the Curfew was rung then I swung on the bell	J
In the Pantomime season I never fell flat	O
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's Cat	O
But my grandest creation as history will tell	J
Was Firefrorefiddle the Fiend of the Fell	J
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Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin	P
He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne	P
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat	O
When some actor suggested the need for a cat	O
He once played a Tiger could do it again	Q
Which an Indian Colonel purused down a drain	R
And he thinks that he still can much better than most	S
Produce blood curdling noises to bring on the Ghost	S
And he once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire	T
To rescue a child when a house was on fire	T
And he says Now then kittens they do not get trained	U
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned	U
They never get drilled in a regular troupe	V
And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop	V
And he'll say as he scratches himself with his claws	W
Well the Theatre's certainly not what it was	X
These modern productions are all very well	J
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell	J
That moment of mystery	H
When I made history	H
As Firefrorefiddle the Fiend of the Fell	J

T. S. Eliot

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