The Cats
Cats are the weirdest pets
They run like jets
Sometimes chased by a group of dogs
And always liked by a family of frogs
Cats are the weirdest pets
That likes to drink a bowl of milk
And loves to sleep on a pillow of silk
Cats are the weirdest pets
That always runs around the master’s house
And give no room even for a mouse
Cats are the weirdest pets
Some have a home in which they roam
Some have no home and they roam
Some are on the roads
With memories in loads
Some are sick
Always bitten by a tick
Cats are the weirdest pets
They give us light and joy
And love to play with a bright toy
Benedict
Copyright © Benedict John | Year Posted 2012
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