THE CATS FUR WRAP
One cold February afternoon ,I visited my sister and her two lads ,
Ian and Nigel ,
Man was I cold , nose a dripping ,
Like a tap with the washer all worn away ,
Shivering teeth a rattling making bad percussion music ,
Sis opens the front doer, inviting me in to the warmth ,
Inside ,
Starbuck , Ian's cat , takes one look at me a suffering the cold ,
With out a second thourt he ran up me , wrap him self around ,
My neck , till my shivering stopped ,
We performed a duet of poring , when Starbuck was sure I were worm,
Down he jumped , job dun , in front of fire he went
Till I was sat then it were his tern to be fussed , upon my lap ,
He jumped two now happy, and worm.
Ken D Williams (THE DYSLEXIC POET)
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-08-30 at 16:28
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