If Trump was a cat, he would be ever so fat,
Fatter than fat, it’s true
A strut around prat, annoying old gnat,
A doddering, silly old moo.
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meow with cat, cat, cat
A cat is a cat, a fact, a fact,
No one can know what a cat is at,
Unless you with a feline sat,
And meow with cat, cat, cat.
Sack Cat
There once was a cat in a sack,
That thought it knew where it was at,
It thought the whole world,
Was in that dark swirl,
Of Hessian; what a sad cat.
Hat Cat Hat
There once was a man with a hat,
Who wanted to have a pet cat,
So he called his hat cat,
Then gave it a pat,
The hat he thinks is a cat.
Nice Cat?
Nice cat,
Good cat,
Kind cat,
You think.
Bad cat,
Dire cat,
Grim cat,
I think.
What to do,
With this cat,
Treat him nice,
Or punish him,
Kill the cat,
Treat the cat,
Or let him be,
Ignoring him.
Castleknock Henry
There once was a cat called Henry
There once was a cat called Henry,
A Castleknock cat, not very friendly,
He thought he was smart,
Going out in the dark,
Until he fell down in a hole, did Henry.
While stuck in that dark place,
Henry thought about his life, his fate,
About the jerk he had been,
To all he had seen,
So he promised to be good, did Henry.
Suddenly, a stick falling into that hole,
Presented a way to escape from it all,
Once freed from that space,
Henry forgot his promise, though great.
And returned to his bad ways, nasty Henry.
One day when Henry was at home,
He fell asleep in the window, alone,
It was an incredibly hot day,
The sun shone brightly away,
And burnt him to a crisp, killing Henry.
The moral of my story is this,
Treat everyone you meet with a wish,
That them all fine,
Lest you reach the end of the line,
In a window, like Castleknock Henry.
Castlekock Henry is one horrible cat
Castlekock Henry is one horrible cat,
That’s not an opinion, it’s a simple plain fact,
Sleeping all day and hunting all night,
Killing for fun; such a terrible sight,
What can we do to stop this bad cat,
Short of feeding him Prozac or Valium extract?
When will it end we gasp in despair,
As he saunters away for a night of blood air,
It will end, he meows, when I am too old for this route,
Now leave me alone lest I turn my attention to YOU.
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The Crazymad Writer 