Neighborhood Gangsta (Cat)
There's this little gangsta cat hangs out on my blockHe's a way cool dude don't mean anyone any harm
He appears at the door around seven o'clock
Asking for a morning snack with friendly furry charm
Unlike my other homie gangsta TC2 this one don't wear no socks
But with his fuzzy little head and deep green emerald eyes aslant
There's no way to resist his pliant, he has his say, you know I just can't
Think of a single thing bad to say about this funny little Rasta
What's on the menu today he asks, you got any Prima Vera Pasta ?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-11-25 at 15:03
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