Poem: The Book of Garfield

The Book of Garfield

In the beginning was Jon,
and Jon was also the man,
and the man bought a large cat,
and the cat was named Garfield—
for he was hunter of mice.
And the first day was Monday,
which was despised as Nermal,
cast off to Abu Dhabi,
being too cute to abide.
Yet the postman returned him
for kittens could not be sent,
and Jon was vexed with Garfield
for Nermal was beloved.
Thus, Garfield was left alone
in the kitchen of the man,
but Garfield was not distressed
for there was a Lasagna
left on the counter to cool,
and the cat did eat thereof,
and he knew that it was good,
and he spoke to us the words,
“I guess sometimes crime does pay.”

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