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A Cat Called Elvis
A Cat Called Elvis
A Cat Called Elvis
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A Cat Called Elvis

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In this fantastic book Brian Moses tells us about cats, dogs, dragons, New York, space, dinosaurs, spider-swallowing, why he has given up playing air guitar, why you cannot take a lobster though security, the ghosts of London underground and why fairies must have taken his brother!
LanguageEnglish
PublisherPan Macmillan
Release dateAug 2, 2012
ISBN9781447229834
A Cat Called Elvis
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Brian Moses

Brian Moses spends much of his time visiting schools, where he runs workshops sessions and performs his poetry. He has compiled numerous collections for Macmillan (total sales of over 750,000 copies), including The Works 2 and The Secret Lives of Teachers. He lives in Sussex with his wife and two daughters.

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    Targets

    My teacher says my targets are:

    To write more neatly,

    to spell more words correctly,

    to get more sums right,

    to chatter less

    and to behave myself.

    But the targets I set myself

    are far more interesting:

    To climb a tree to the top,

    to stop time before my spelling test,

    to think up a disappearing spell

    and try it out on my teacher,

    to leap from up high

    and to defy gravity.

    These are my targets,

    the ones I’m aiming to complete

    before next week . . .

    The ones my teacher sets

    may take a little longer . . .

    Hercules’ Gym

    Eros, the god of love,

    and Ares, the god of war,

    are often to be seen

    in combat on the floor,

    wrestling, one with the other,

    each one hoping to win,

    but war will never surrender

    and love will never give in,

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    we’re training

    down at Hercules’ gym.

    And Atlas, statue still,

    will advise you on lifting weights,

    instructing you how to spin

    a pile of tectonic plates.

    And then he’ll test your strength,

    watching you juggle with boulders

    till finally you’re ready to take

    the weight of the world on your shoulders,

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    we’re training

    down at Hercules’ gym.

    And you’ll meet your fitness trainer,

    a shifty guy called Hades,

    who thinks he’s Mr Universe

    and flatters all the ladies.

    But if you make Hades mad

    you’ll wonder what’s got into him

    as a swift punch breaks your jaw

    and all your lights go dim,

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    we’re training

    down at Hercules’ gym.

    And it’s best to pretend

    you haven’t seen

    Medusa on

    the rowing machine.

    Just turn right round

    and leave for home

    unless you fancy

    being set in stone

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    everybody’s going

    down to Hercules’ gym.

    So visit today, get real,

    get a special promotional deal,

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    down at Hercules’ gym,

    down at Hercules’ gym.

    (Just tell ’em,

    Zeus sent you.)

    A Cat Called Elvis

    (A cat called Elvis moved in next door . . .)

    Elvis is Elvis before he joined the army.

    No Vegas cat, fat and fortuned,

    he’s lean and mean,

    a sneer on his face.

    Kills birds,

    knocks ’em dead.

    A cat to be scared of,

    a twist of the hip,

    a curl of the lip.

    No diplomat,

    he’s a rock ’n’ roll cat.

    A cat on the wall,

    caterwauling.

    Bad news for any dog

    who steps on his

    blue suede shoes!

    Skunk Attack

    (In America, if your dog gets skunked you cannot bear to have him in the house. He has to live in the backyard for up to a year.

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