the satin fur
complete with burrs
a deep rumbling pur
a bit obscure
how it's so loud
I remember it now
weighing less than an ounce
the way he'd crouch
ready to pounce
like his kitty chow
was a living mouse
maybe catnapped
perhaps potatoe-sacked
the matter of fact
he ran and didn't come back
he might have had enough
the black ball of fluff
go with my love
I'll live on, no matter how tough
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
Awww, poor kitty!
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