On the carpet there was a cat
You have to look twice
For a big fat cat
Might be sleeping somewhere!
On the top of the mat
Can you find a black nose?
Against the cool bench
Can you see two round eyes?
Whiskers that sharp
oh! my fat cat.
You have to look twice
For a big fat cat
Might be sleeping somewhere!
On the top of the mat
Can you find a black nose?
Against the cool bench
Can you see two round eyes?
Whiskers that sharp
oh! my fat cat.
3 comments:
I love the poem about that fuzzy furball. I have a cat too. His name is Ozzie~ I named him after Ozzie Osbourne because he was one wild Kitten! He clung to arm, he clung to my back, he clung to leg...and I thought, "he MUST be high"! and so I named the darned cat," I SCREAMED, OZZIE, you cat, get off of my leg!"
Well done Shavana. Sounds like your cat is pretty awesome, I hope when your cat is on the mat you don't step on it! Next time maybe you could carefully check that you haven't missed any words.
Hi Shavana What a nice poem. It was good making your own poem.
FROM MICHAEL
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