For Eve Roper's Nursery Rhymes Only Poetry Contest
Mr. Cat sits in his chair with all that he could need: a pot of tea and cup nearby and a little book to read. But oh! He needs his spectacles. Too small is his book’s print. While looking for his spectacles, he grabs himself a mint. Ah, now the cat is comfortable. But the tea’s no longer hot. “My oh my,” whines Mr. Cat. “I must reheat my pot!”
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