My Little Cat
My little cat is quite quick for her breed
There are few to surpass when she hits the gas
You may catch her sass, it's all that you need
My little cat is not flat as a weed
She's more like the grass that grows
We may ask her why but she will not heed
Heed who ?, for only she knows
Why
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-01-18 at 16:02
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