Sundae and the Sunday Paper
Her name is Sundae, with four white paws...
Whatever her scheme whatever her cause
If I scan the newspaper, digesting the news
My effort is vain, ...there is simply no use!
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
It seems that this cat has a strong jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops onto my knees
Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin
Pushing aside, or squeezing within
She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet
Requiring attention, till her own needs are met!
If I’m scanning a letter, there's a page to be read
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
It's all in her skill...wrinkled papers.....her thrill...
She's a sassy old cat, jealous lover, in fact...it's as simple as that!
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