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.
Categories:
friskiest, cat,
Form: Rhyme
At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight.
She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically great?”
The other dragons were jealous, as weight in their kingdom is the best thing to have.
She ate two good-looking, Texas cowboys for breakfast, the ones who used to calve.
One of them, Jim, grabbed ahold of her masticating incisor, and pulled himself through,
The hole she had between a molar, but her sloppy green saliva was as sticky as glue.
The other cowboy grabbed onto a wisdom tooth in the very back that had a bit of decay.
As far as I know they stayed there, for a week or two, and they might still be there today!
Categories:
friskiest, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Cowboy Poetry