Sunday, June 2, 2019

My Poem Is A Kitty Cat

Meow, meow, that's when the cat says, how many whiskers the cat has, even than six, the ears should be two, but, the feet were numbered as four, one tiny tail would and could chase along in furred, what happening to purred sound as sweeter in low tune, the cats eye wide open, it shut and closed to rest, let's breathe heavenly and peacefully, unless, cuddle and snuggle onto laps, the cat accomplished on toothless teeth become shorter to eat and drink, they love to play along gently as we needed, kitty cat is your pet, treat them well and tell, just ring the bell

Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-2-19   

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