Corona Virus - Get Lost

So this Poem is Actually Called Roary the Cat and was written for an 11yo friend of mine called Brad... it was written due to the times we live in Roary the cat was very black But he was not very fat Although he had a big appetite His trousers were never ever tight A bit like Brad’s I would say But as Brad eats fruit every day They make him strong To kick the ball along As a goal is Brads Ultimate song… Gooaaall… Well who scored that I never knew.. Brad was that you? Such a shot I have never seen.. But where now is Roary?? The back of the net Brad said Now it’s my time to go to bed.. Best Wishes DAMO PS.. no cats were harmed in writing this poem, just some word fun to cheer up my mate Brad who is football mad and having to stay indoors at the mo.. Best wishes to you and yours.. stay safe.. DAMO