Monday, 19 December 2011

Xmas Poem 2. (Emma)

Emma, you are purrfect, purr
Now it’s raining cats and dogs, grrr

You clawed your way into University
Even when you’re angry you’re not in a Furry,

Just usually spout a little rant out your meowth,
Always land on your feet, but always yell ouch,

You’re not the kind of person to litter and run away,
I’d imagine you’d sit on the floor and get lost in space,

If you were wound up, you’d bark or bite,
You are pretty much always right, (change line)

Sometimes you’re outta cash and really paw,
the only cat whom people express ‘phwoar’

I’m glad you don’t surprise us with a dead mouse,
it’s good you don’t wander into a random house,

I’m quite glad that you’re not a feline,
glad you don’t smile when it’s your litter time,

Glad you don’t leave mid-conversation
Merry Christmas, and happy Celebrations!

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