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The cat on the wall


I walked out in the garden
A cat was sitting on the wall.
He looked pretty cool.

He was fat and looked well fed
and had a top hat on his head.

He had a funny looking walking stick
Not one that I would pick

He wore some funny shoes
Which I would not choose

It was like he was dressed for a cat walk
It was time to see if he could eat with a fork

I invited him in for tea
And found out he was just like me

A really messy eater.
He said his name was Peter.

Then I woke up screaming.
Mummy ran in and said that
I was only dreaming

copyright (©) Gill DeVille December 2007

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