I wandered lonely
as a cat,
going here and there,
doing this and that,
when all at once
I foresaw a nap –
after all,
I am a cat.
I drew a picture of a dog…
or a cow;
and, now,
I don’t know whether
it will squeak or miaow.
There once was a cat name of Sophie,
who entered a race, won a trophy;
she was fast on her feet,
all the others did beat—
She wore a blue sombrero,
and walked a cardboard cat –
what do you think of that?
“What am I doing here?” asked the cat of itself.
“You’re supposed to chase us!” said one of the fifty three pigeons. “But, we aren’t afraid of you.”
“Safety in numbers?” asked the cat.
“No, it’s not that…” said another pigeon. “it’s just that we are all just fictional beings and don’t have to conform to stereotypes.”
“So, where does that leave me?” enquired the cat, with more than a trace of nervousness in its voice.
“I think we’re going to make you our mascot.” said the first pigeon that had spoken. “Then we are going to take over Parliament and improve our lot.”
“Your ‘lot’ of what?” asked the cat, a bit confused.
“Cats…” spoke a rather large and feathery pigeon. “When put amongst the pigeons… can appear a trifle dumb if they aren’t busy chasing us.”
The other pigeons agreed that this was the case.
Then the pigeons, with their mascot leading the way, headed towards Parliament, to stage their coup.
Rosie Craddovk
saved a haddock,
kept it in her bath.
.
Laura Lee
rescued a flea,
a wompom, and a giraffe.
.
Richard Tippopotamus…
said he didn’t like animals.
.
Whether it’s wrong,
or whether it’s right,
less people adopt a black cat,
than adopt a white.
.
I’d just like to say,
‘The colour doesn’t matter,
just please rescue a poor cat today.’
My human …
gives me food.
My human ….
gives me water.
My human …
gives me love …
and protection …
and a place to stay …
and so much more.
If your human
doesn’t give you all these things …
then they darn well oughta!
Parrot and Cat
sat still upon the mat,
that they ‘had’ been told to stay on ;
Parrot had grumbled about it,
Cat had just relaxed,
‘It is what it is.’ said the Cat,
and nonchalantly taxed herself not a bit.
The Parrot went over all the things he would say,
when released from the confines, they were;
he’d many a fine word,
that at odd times he had heard,
that would embarrass a mangy old cur.
.
However, Cat was soft,
and began to purr,
so Parrot lay down beside her;
and, soon, they were softly snoring,
happily, a thing upon which the both of them could concur.
The story of the Cat’ and the Apostrophe
was never going to end well.
A lazy life,
A lazy life
without a job to do,
coming and going as one pleases;
no clothes to wear,
no worries to share,
and the surprise when one just sneezes;
.
pottering in the garden,
pottering in the garden,
lounging on the lawn,
tiny Tiger, preys the land
from dusk to early dawn.
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