Kerflip, kerflop…

Love this TS Eliot poem that was so famously put on stage in Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats (Growltiger, Griddlebone, Growltiger’s Crew and the Siamese).

Growltiger’s Last Stand
TS Eliot, from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge;
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
From Gravesend up to Oxford, he pursued his eveil aims,
Rejoicing in his title of “The Terror of the Thames!”

His manner and appearance did not calculate to please:
His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees,
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.

The cottages of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame.
At Hammermith and Putney, people shuddered at his name.
They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger’s on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage.
Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger’s rage.
Woe to the bristly Bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed;
To cats of foreign name and face no quarter was allowed.
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese that mauled his missing ear.

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play,
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay;
All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.

His bucko mate, Grumbuskin, long since had disappeared,
For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard;
And his bosun, Tumblebrutus, he too had stole away;
In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey.

In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sate alone
Concentrating his attention on the Lady Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone.
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise;
But the moonlight shone reflected from a hundred bright blue eyes.

And closer still and closer – the sampans circled round
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives
As the foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives

Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde;
With a frightful burst of fireworks – the Chinks, they swarmed aboard.
Abandoning their sampans and their pullaways and junks,
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered;
I’m sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.
She probably escaped with ease, I’m sure she was not drowned –
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.

The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank;
Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.
He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerlip, kerflop.

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land,
At Maidenhead and Henley, there was dancing on the strand.
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and at Victoria Dock,
And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok!

Colour illustrations by Errol Le Cain

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~ by seangstm on October 23, 2008.

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