'CONWAY THE CAT AND THE BURIED TREASURE.'


It was a very warm day
about half past nine
and Conway the cat
was feeling quite fine.

He'd just had a snack,
fish fingers and cream,
this was the food
that made Conway dream.

He snuggled down
laying on the floor,
in the blink of an eye
he was beginning to snore.

Then the dream began,
it happened quite quick,
he was out at sea
in a tall sailing ship.

With a patch on his eye
and a sword in his hand,
he was Conway the pirate,
the most feared in the land.

His Grandpa had given him
a map one day,
now on this map
was an island far away.

On this island there
was treasure and gold,
plus hundreds of diamonds
that were really quite old.

So after the treasure
Conway did sail,
he saw some mermaids
and got chased by a whale.

He sailed the sea
for two days and a night,
then through his telescope
the island was in sight.

The anchor was dropped
and he rowed to the shore,

in a little rowing boat
that made his paws sore.
Conway looked at the map
for where the treasure was hid,
for this was the place
that he'd have to dig.

When on the island
he picked up a spade,
with all his digging
a big hole he made.

The deeper he went
the harder it got,
all this digging
was making him hot.

Now he was just
about to take a rest,
when his spade
uncovered a big treasure chest.

He opened the lid
and looked inside,
what he saw made
his smile very wide.

Jewels filled the chest
right up to the top,
Conway smiled then
did a skip and a hop.

There was enough treasure
to live like a king,
this was much better
than a lottery win.

He counted the coins
into a very big pile,
Conway was rich,
the thought made him smile.

Diamonds, silver,
pearls and gold,
he could live in luxury
until he was old.

With rings on his fingers
and a crown on his head.
'I look like a King.' Conway said.

He danced around,
laughed and sang,
then a small diamond
hit his head with a bang.

'That's my treasure!'
A pigmy roared.
'In that hiding place
it has been stored.'

'You can't come here
and take it away.'
'You naughty puss,
what have you to say?'

Then all of a sudden
something else hit his head,
but it wasn't a diamond,
it was big round and red.

He looked up above him
and there he could see,
apples had been falling
from the big old tree.

It had all been a dream,
no treasure had been found,
Conway had woke up
near a tree safe and sound.


THE END.

Copyright Paul Mitchell 2001