A poem by me.
Some sort of Cat
We think that it's some sort of cat,
It's certainly covered with fur,
And now we've started to stroke it,
It's suddenly started to purr.
And now it's just made a beeline,
For the food we left by the door.
It's certainly some kind of feline,
And it's just done a p## on the floor.
It's definitely not a fierce tiger,
And unlikely to be a big bat.
It’s trying to squeeze in beside us,
And trying to get on my lap.
And now with all the confusion,
With everything all of a flap.
We just all came to the conclusion,
That we think that it’s some sort of cat.
Just a bit of fun
Hope you like it.