 SELIGOR'S CASTLE 
AND MICE AND BOYS PRESENTS
CAT'S
MEAT
BY HAROLD
MONRO
Ho, all you
cats in all the street;
Look out, it is the hour
of meat:
The little barrow is crawling
along,
And the meat-boy growling his fleshy
song.
Hurry, Ginger
! Hurry, White !
Don't delay to court of
fight.
Wandering Tabby, vagrant
Black,,
Yamble from adventure back
!
Slip across the shining
street,
Meat ! Meat ! Meat ! Meat
!
Lift your tail and dip your feet
;
Find your penny - Meat ! Meat
!
Where's your mistress? Learn to purr
:
Pennies emanate from her.
Be to her, for she is Fate,
Perfectly
affectionate.
(You, domestic Pinkie-Nose,
Keep inside
and warm your toes.)
Flurry, flurry in the street -
Meat ! Meat ! Meat ! Meat !
As you might
already realised I have already put this poem on
the same page as Shadwell, the Hairy Goblin. But
since then I found out quite a bit about Harold
Monro that I thought was very interesting for you
older kids.
Harold Edward
Monro (March 14, 1879 - March
16, 1932) was a British poet, the proprietor of the
Poetry Bookshop in London which helped many famous
poets bring their work before the
public.
Monro was born in
Brussels, but his parents were Scottish. He was
educated at Radley and at Caius College,
Cambridge.[1]
His first collection of poetry was published in
1906. He founded a poetry magazine, The Poetry Review, which was
to be very influential. In 1912, he founded the
Poetry Bookshop in Bloomsbury, London,
publishing new collections at his own expense and
rarely making a
profit, as well as providing a welcoming
environment for readers and
poets alike. Several poets, including Wilfred Owen,
actually lodged in the rooms above the bookshop.
Monro was also closely involved with Edward Marsh
in the publication of Georgian
Poetry.
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Harold Monro wrote some wonderful poems , Here is one I think you might already know.