I had a cat named Gail,
All he did was wag his tail,
He roamed around, wagging his tail,
My friends laughed at me, it was a shame.
He roamed around the lanes,
He didn’t look as if he was tame,
Everywhere he wagged his tail,
The cat moved as if it’s lame.
The cat roamed around our neighbours,
The cat trespassed over their bedchambers,
The cat spoilt their garden,
And I had to ask for a pardon!
I tried to straighten it’s tail,
But it proved to be a nuisance,
It just curved around my hand,
Like an old iron fence.
If you want to buy this cat,
I’ll give it to you for free,
Along with a hat,
And plenty of Darjeeling tea.
- Author: SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2011 22:15
- Category: Children
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