Benedict John Poet Rhyme

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

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