The Cat

by Daran Roberton   Oct 31, 2007


The cat got the cream and made the maid scream
It was needed for her masters tea.

She grabbed the big broom and flew out the room
and chased that cat right up the tree.

It sat there all night, frozen with fright.
And didn't come down until day.

It then crept it's way home, spied a ham bone.
Grabbed it and got clean away.

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