Whoa! whoa!
Whoa the boah!
Are you for real?
Ain't no kidding material!
Did I really find you at last?
Were you hiding, having a blast??
Where have you been all this while?
In the trunks or on the pile?
Losing my mind I lurched, lurched
In a frenzy, I searched and searched
All over the house
Along with that dingy mouse
Behind the pond
Of which I'm not so fond
Near the tree
Oh such spree!
Across the road
Every naughty kitties' abode
Above the ground
All around
Oh my little tail!
My little bwuffy fluffy tail..
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
