No moggies were harmed,
During the making of this poem.
The less we seem to know.
Is this the truth of life,
Or just a seed planted long ago.
Why don't we find blind moggies,
Where ever that we go.
When there seems to be
an abundance of cats eyes,
Planted in middle of the road.
Pleased They used cats eyes,
Instead of there other ends.
It would have cost them
a pretty penny,
Especially if they realised,
They would have had to use
Twice as many.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-14 at 01:02
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During the making of this poem.
CATS
Why is it the more we learn,The less we seem to know.
Is this the truth of life,
Or just a seed planted long ago.
Why don't we find blind moggies,
Where ever that we go.
When there seems to be
an abundance of cats eyes,
Planted in middle of the road.
Pleased They used cats eyes,
Instead of there other ends.
It would have cost them
a pretty penny,
Especially if they realised,
They would have had to use
Twice as many.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 116 times
Written on 2022-06-14 at 01:02
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