My Cat
I loved my cat.
She was a brat.
Never used the doormat.
Never would wear a hat.
Some people thought that she was fat.
Once she chased a rat.
Even tried to catch a bat.
She was good about covering her scat.
She didn’t have a face that was flat,
like a Persian cat
Now she lays in the road and is flat.
She met with a truck and went splat.
Swatting away at an annoying gnat,
I sadly write her epitaph.
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