Nine livesA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Crazy stupid ditty
Crazy cat
Nine lives He thinks Well his days are surely Numbered now Said the skunk to the Grey old kangaroo As they sat on that Bush track Just tipping their furry hats to those That passed on by There's mr and mrs catwhinkle In their Sunday best And doggone there's Samuel The stray old cattle dog And hey there's Trudy blue The cockatoo As the cat winked and livened Up all who passed with his Tail so pink I dunno said cat I reckon I've got some Lucky days yet He said to all I'm courting Olivia from down Bendy lane And if I died without Her kiss oh wouldn't that be A dreadful shame He winked and chased the skunk and Cockatoo out to forest road And as he checked his text from His new love Olivia he got done run Over from a truck With a tipsy heavy load As it passed quickly on that road So even cats with lucky nine lives Can die in lands of black old crows With skunks and toads and river bends And lovers lanes And murky shallow ponds And So it was that dreaded day They said their fond goodbye To crazy cat with wild pink tail Who gave such wicked joy To one and all His grave was dug His name unnamed And all that passed Who read his plaque Tipped their heads in silence bent To fiesty crazy cat with bright pink tail Well miss you say us one and all And they saw a sneaky pink tail From in the bushes and flannel flowers And jacarandas blue They swore they saw a swishy pink tail That looked like crazy cat they bet Run behind that hopping kangaroo I guess his tenth life came to pass And in that bush he dwells forevmore For at midnight stroke he comes out to play With all bush critters once so blue His nine lives have so duly passed But pink tails can be anything they want Especially if it's crazy cats Pink tail you see hopping So close Behind some old bush kangaroo © 2017 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 4, 2017 Last Updated on October 4, 2017 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more.. |

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