Neighborhood Gangsta (Cat)

There's this little gangsta cat hangs out on my block
He'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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-25 at 15:03

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hehehe... he's a star! :)

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sweet rap ~~~