There is a cat,
That likes to read:
A curious statement
I concede;
But sure enough,
Each day and night,
It reads and reads
To our delight.
O puss of reading,
Puss of words,
Puss of stories,
Tales absurd;
Puss of writing,
Ode and play...
O puss delight us,
Night and day.
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Six foot three bespectacled ginger-bearded designer and illustrator. I also poetify with rhymification. www.waynedorrington.co.uk
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