Max the Rex
Max the Rex
I had a cat whose name was Max the Rex
A grumpy cat so fat so mean and large
His paws would tear up all my costly rugs
His personality aloof and smug
Except when he would feel the urge to eat
He’d purr and mew and rub against my feet
And after feeding run into his keep
Then snuggle up and drift into a sleep
Sometimes I wish he’d leave and not return
And then one day he went outside to roam
Gone for awhile we hoped that he’d find his home
And then one day we heard a mew somewhere
And there was Max with none the worst to see
From that day on he’s sweet as he can be
Beloved Pet Contest Francine Roberts
Ralph Sergi June 14, 2015
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