By Francis Witham
Oh what unhappy twist of fate,
has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter,warmth and food
From that day I ceased to be
the master of my destiny.
While he with fur and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
and claimed the middle of my bed.
He ruled in arrogance and pride
and broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well..don't just stand there, come on in.
Go on to
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