Brandlynn Young Poet I do not know?

Buster

Two little white paws,
And a little pink nose.
You give him a bath,
And outside he goes.

“Where’s Buster”, I say,
And what do I see?
Two little eyes
Looking back at me.

A pounce at a rooster,
And a pounce at a hen,
His white fur is dirty,
Where has that cat been?

Two little black ears,
And a long black tail,
He’ll chew on a paint roller,
A button or a nail.

One spoiled little kitten,
And Buster’s his name.
One sweet little kitty,
But spoiled is his game.

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