Merlin the Magic Cat
Sweet Merlin, our black, magic cat,
would meow from grandpa's top hat
in which he oft rested and sat.
His black head would rise- we'd look at
his mouth holding, grisly, yet fat-
a combat-worn, very dead rat.
Each time we would yell the words, "Scat!
Look, what you have now done to that!"
He'd drop it right down on the mat.
We'd laugh and yell out, "What a brat!"
Return his stuffed rat, with a pat-
for Merlin's next magic show prat!
September 30, 2022
Premiere Contest: Merlin the Magic Cat
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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