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