Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town Analysis

Old Possum's Book of Practical CatsBustopher Jones is not skin and bones--

In fact, he's remarkably fat.

He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine clubs,

For he's the St. James's Street Cat!

He's the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street

In his coat of fastidious black:

No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers

Or such an impreccable back.

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is

The name of this Brummell of Cats;

And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to

By Bustopher Jones in white spats!His visits are occasional to the Senior Educational

And it is against the rules

For any one Cat to belong both to that

And the Joint Superior Schools.For a similar reason, when game is in season

He is found, not at Fox's, but Blimpy's;

He is frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen

Which is famous for winkles and shrimps.

In the season of venison he gives his ben'son

To the Pothunter's succulent bones;

And just before noon's not a moment too soon

To drop in for a drink at the Drones.

When he's seen in a hurry there's probably curry

At the Siamese--or at the Glutton;

If he looks full of gloom then he's lunched at the Tomb

On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton.So, much in this way, passes Bustopher's day-

At one club or another he's found.

It can be no surprise that under our eyes

He has grown unmistakably round.

He's a twenty-five pounder, or I am a bounder,

And he's putting on weight every day:

But he's so well preserved because he's observed

All his life a routine, so he'll say.

Or, to put it in rhyme: "I shall last out my time"

Is the word of this stoutest of Cats.

It must and it shall be Spring in Pall Mall

While Bustopher Jones wears white spats!

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