Cheddar the Cat King
Furry feline monarch, master
Of all that he surveys.
Fierce and superior, to all he meets
Cheddar stalks into the room,
Jumps up on the bed (that he lest you use)
And curls up at your feets.
He licks himself, and looks at you
In a manner that says “You should know,
I rule and command,
I’m the one who runs this show.”
Shhhhh, Hush now, don’t tell him
He’s not the king.
For if you do I fear…
There will be hissing and gnashing of teeth.
Copyright © Ron Porter | Year Posted 2010
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