Better Luck Next Time
Sylvester was about to abduct Tweety
But Gran pinched his cheeks and called him sweety.
She put him on her lap, he reluctantly purred
While he kept his beady eyes on that yellow bird.
He leapt from her lap as she started to snooze.
"Now's my moment! How could I lose?"
But he disrupted Grans sleep when his face hit the mat.
Tweety exclaimed, "I saw a naughty cat!"
Written 31st August 2021
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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