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George sat upon the tankstand
A hungry cat was he
But he waited till the mother cat
Had eaten all his tea.
They left a box of chickens
By parrafin lamp kept warm
Georgie stretched out in their midst
And did not one mote of harm
When they arrived home that evening
George was as happy as could be
His plate no longer on the tankstand
He came inside to have his tea
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| Writing Prompt |
Watch the Deadline!
Write a 12 line POEM about a kitty--yours, or not,
but REAL LIFE kitties no cartoons etc. A picture needed
yours or net, if yours isn't available.
Rhyme OR Free Verse |
Author Notes
This is a true story. George lived in the depths of an apple orchard The house we lived in was close by. The cats were there long before we came along. I loved George and George lovd everyone. A true Gentle Giant
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