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Kaitlyn Johnson Poem
2/2/18
Oh dear, what can the matter be
What is the thing you ask of me?
I try and try, but you still cry.
Oh dear, what can the matter be
I lost our cat up in a tree
I was climbing with the cat you see
You can try and try, but I still will cry.
Oh dear, this is the matter see.
The cat you see does not like me
So, he will stay up in the tree
He is still crying, oh deary me.
But he will only come down for ye.
I solved the problem lately
But it is never good enough for ye
It was first the cat, and then the tree.
Oh dear, you are the problem.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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