LAZY CAT
World war 3 could start in town
but our cat wouldn't stir.
Half the street could be burnt down
and she'd just sit and purr.
Aliens could land from outer space
and attack with savage cries.
While they screamed about the place,
our cat would close her eyes.
Thunder could crash above her head,
sirens sound in her ear.
Our cat would stay curled up in bed,
pretending she couldn't hear.
But there is a noise which sends her
leaping madly to her feet,
the sound of the old tin opener
on top of a can of meat.
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1 comment:
thats cool, a bit like my family's black cat Harley.
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