Boris the Cat

Two weeks of sun at Xmas and new year Palm Oasis in our nineteenth year Always a joy around the pool we sat Never did we think to make a friend Called Boris the cat The old chap was friendly and his nose had seen many battles We called him Boris as he resembled our Prime Minister His white fur also a mess but not so sinister He would take his afternoon nap Curled up on Rita's lap Both seemed to enjoy each others friendship Laying in the sun Now both new friends sharing fun Two weeks flew by lazy by the pool But it was now over and time to go We love you Boris and see you again in two years You never know