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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
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