Eóin and Lorcán

Tom was a ginger cat with a badly damaged earWho roamed the towns of Mayo, Claremorris being near On a cold and wet autumn day when the rain was pelting downTom ran through a garden wide, hoping to be found.
Out came a tiny human, jumping in the puddlesHe spotted poor ol’ freezing Tom, and gave him tons of cuddles.Tom was not used to love, he was an awfully lonely catBut this human boy, so full of joy, plucked him from where he sat.
The boy was very warm and gentle, careful not to squeezeShaking Tom, who was dripping wet, curled upon his knees.“Pretty cat,” said the boy, smiling with perfect glee“I’ll keep you dry, so don’t you cry!” he said after a sneeze.
Wrapping Tom up in a jumper, the boy watched him sleepWith purring sounds and fluffed up fur as soft as the wool of sheep.He ran inside to tell his Mom who didn’t mind at allIf Tom stayed in the yard during the wet and chilly fall.

Lorcán was the child’s name who saved the ginger kittyA boy of two, a twin through and through, who loved to sing a ditty.Eóin was his brother clone who was as serious as a judgeHe was fond of cats, tight knitted caps, and ooey-gooey fudge.
Eóin had been taking a nap when Lorcán shook him awakeTo tell him of poor ol’ Tom, the cat he saved from a snake!“A snake?” Eóin asked rather scared, as he had never seen one before“It had rolling eyes and was eight foot long and roared a terrible roar!”
Lorcán’s hands spread out wide to show the length of the beastBut Eóin wasn’t impressed at all. He was frightened to say the least.“I snatched Tom up just in time, but the snake got his ear,Well not all of it. Just a bit. He made the smallest tear.”

“Is it gone? This eight foot snake? Did you chase it out of Claremorris?”“Of course I did. There is no more beast. I defeated the Snakasuarus!”Eóin started to feel much better after Lorcán told his taleThen he thought of poor ol’ Tom, and his face went rather pale.
“I’ll go to Tom and bring him food. He must be starved to death.”So Eóin grabbed a plate of fish, making sure to hold his breath.For Eóin hated the smell of fish, there’s simply no denyingBut with gravy poured all over it, it’s a dinner fit for a lion.
The sleeping cat shot straight up when he spotted the lovely dishBecause everyone knows that cats love the taste of a smelly fish.He gobbled it up in quite a hurry as he hadn’t eaten all dayAnd all that was left were scales and bones of that delicious fish fillet.
Licking both lips with a smack, Tom was finally contentHe rubbed his head against the boy from whom the fish was sent.But poor ol’ Tom didn’t know that Eóin was a twin.Poor ol’ Tom simply thought that Eóin was Lorcán.
Now poor ol’ Tom was just a cat, how was he to knowThat kids can sometimes look the same the more they grow and grow?So he carried on, being fed, without having a clueThat his master dear wasn’t one, but rather made of two.
Back and forth went the twins, born of the very same ilk.Sometimes bringing Tom his fish, and sometimes bringing milk.In turns they came to play with him or tease him with a stringBut he liked it best when Eóin baked or when Lorcán wanted to sing.
Either way he was happy cat, fat with love and foodHe even let alone the birds that in the morning cooed.But poor ol’ Tom got so fat he could hardly move his pawsHe was so fat, that poor ol’ cat, couldn’t move his claws!
Eóin tried to lift him up, but the cat was just too fatLorcán tried to lift him, too, but he shouted out “Well, drat!”They feared for Tom, the poor ol’ cat, who couldn’t run aroundWhile Tom began to mew a lot and make an awful sound.
There was just one thing the twins could do for poor, fat, ol’ TomThey went into the flower garden, begging their dear sweet MomTo let them use a blanket old, with blue and yellow stripesThen they went into the big garage and found two rusty pipes.
They stretched the blanket between the pipes and tied it very tightSo that the blanket looked something like Eóin’s favorite kite. Both of them grabbed two ends of the pipes so very longAnd carried it all the way to the poor, fat, mewing Tom.
Next to him they laid the pipes, and rolled him in the middleWhere poor ol’ Tom could do nothing else but with his whiskers twiddle.But when the twins rolled him in, they did it rather fastSo that poor ol’ Tom’s dizzy spell seemed to last and last.
 As the twins ran with Tom, he swore he saw two boysAnd heard not one, but rather two, voices making noise.He rubbed his eyes with his paws to try to see more clearBut no matter how hard the poor cat rubbed, there was a boy in front and rear.
So the only thing Tom could do was tightly close his eyes Feeling the blanket, as the boys ran, quickly fall and riseFinally the blanket stopped, and Tom was lifted highBy two hands he didn’t know, and a face of a friendly guy.
He turned Tom round again and again then stretched his ginger tail,None of this did poor Tom like, so he gave out a pathetic wail. A metal thing that was very cold was put up to his chestBut this metal thing wasn’t the worst. It was better than the rest.
By the time the man was done, Tom was very vexedHe lied back in the blanket old, and fell asleep perplexed.When he woke the boys were gone, and everything did seemTo be nothing but a silly joke, or maybe even a dream. 
Until he saw the two twin boys, coming towards his bedHe rubbed his eyes, once then twice, and shook his ginger head.“Oh well,” thought Tom, the poor ol’ cat who is still really lazy.
“I’m seeing double, that’s for sure! Poor ol’ Tom, you’re crazy!”