Tale of a Tail
TALE OF A TAIL
Had a cat, name was Brigitte,
Always with her tail would fidget:
How to stop her moving digit?
Tie it? Hitch it? Maybe stitch it?
Maybe someday lock-in-fridge it?
Or in frozen river pitch it?
Then Brigitte’s frigid digit’s rigid.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2014
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