Snuggles and Old Smudges
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I told everyone, no more cats for me!
After the death of Patches, I was shattered;
I still had old Smudges, it was me and she,
Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered.
After the death of Patches, I was shattered,
Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling;
Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered,
A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing.
Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling,
It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces;
A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing,
Running, leaping and meowing never ceases.
It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces,
Everyday she must check cupboards and closets;
Running, leaping and meowing never ceases,
Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets.
Everyday "they" must check cupboards and closets,
They both cuddle up against me when I sleep;
Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets,
With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep.
They both cuddle up against me when I sleep;
I still had old Smudges, it was me and she;
With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep,
I told everyone, no more cats for me!
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January 18, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Snuggles and Old Smudges
Copyright Protected, ID 16-746-887-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, I Love My Pets!
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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