Saturday 30 November 2013

Poem On my cat

Meowy

Meowy is cute, gray, cuddly
With a small, fat tummy.
Runs around all day,
Never afraid,
Until the vacuum cleaner 
Comes to see her.
She jumps and runs away
Feeling afraid
and hides
When the vacuum is gone she glides.
Runs up the stairs
and glares
Finds nothing there and plays
A game.
The food comes out
and she sprouts
From her den
She comes running like a hen
This is the life of Meowy
And this is how we,
look after her
Sister, Meowy and me. 

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