poem about a fast cat

What a fast cat

Eating fish

Whiskers on a dish

Moist paws of sunshine

Munching on orange peels

And catnip slices

As an onion dices

Fast cats in the kitchen

Always a lickin'

Pink tongues of glory

Tell a good story

Of London broil

And a fish fry

Seeking another try

They don't cry

Fast cats

With baseball bats

Hungry for baseball franks

Turkey hot dogs and a scam

They cry out for Spam


Submitted: November 29, 2012

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Keep up the good job.

Fri, November 30th, 2012 12:22am


thanks for writing, let me check out your website, kevin

Tue, January 22nd, 2013 3:14pm

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