There is a cat
Upon my bed,
Three foot four
From tail to head.
Fluffy tum
stuck in the air,
There's no more bed space
Left to spare.
He started on
An empty side,
Then rolled and stretched
And kicked my side.
He's sleeping happy
With catty snore,
Whilst I am now
Down on the floor.
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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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