Five Dinner Bill

I was told a similar story the other day, so I decided not to miss this opportunity to write a little something… Enjoy.

Five Dinner Bill

Our Bill was looking portly, some would call him stout,
we suspected extra dining, whenever he was out.
His girth was getting wider, he was looking far more round,
And his little furry tummy was nearly on the ground.

It was time to play detective, to see where Bill would roam,
and we followed Bill’s fine journey from the moment he left home.
We fit him with a tracker to trace his every move,
he didn’t like to wear it and he really disapproved!

We needed information why our Bill was gaining weight,
was he having extra dinners, that were making him inflate?
So, we watched him as he ventured on his daily call for meals,
and waited for those moments and all that they revealed.

His first call was made promptly, when he mewed at number four,
Mrs Martin welcomed Bill outside with a bowl beside the door.
Bill woofed the biscuits, then drifted off, but stopped to have a groom,
he wiped his whiskers on his paws before he could resume.

Next, he paused for his daily treat which he had two doors away,
then swaggered up the garden path to find his next café.
Mrs Dawes at number two then greeted Bill with fish,
he even had a nice armchair and his own ceramic dish.

After snoozing for a little while, Bill heads for his last munch,
he has a spruce to freshen up before his sumptuous lunch.
Then later Bill just sauntered home, but not before a doze,
so finally, we sussed him out, his antics now exposed.

We spoke to all his eateries and explained what we had learnt,
Bill’s escapades would cease, as all his boats were burnt.
His waistline is now trim and svelte, no swaying tummy seen,
all because we’ve put a halt to his extremely fine cuisine.

ⓒ Teresa Harrison-Best
24th January 2023