two happy phat cats
Two happy phat cats roll around in the meadow
Gathering pollen and dust, and asking “so?”
Their temperaments placid, their eyes all aglow.
Watch them skedaddle when machine comes to mow
They wag their tails in the happiest friskiest way.
We watch them until they are out of sight end of Tuesday.
Loving their confidence, their moves and sashay.
Two happy phat cats, loving themselves every day.
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