A friend is blogging some of her older work - which I love by the way - so I thought I would blog a piece I found from 2003. This will make you understand why I don't write serious poetry.
The Cat was Black and White
The cat was black and white
Large and round
He walked the wall
Twice a day
To get his breakfast and dinner
I haven't seen him today.
He must be away
or just not hungry.
DiH
I am so glad I only write poetry for fun!
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