THE CAT AND THE MOUSE GAME
THE CAT AND THE MOUSE GAME
A fat cat sat on a mat
Along came a smart rat
It saw the cat and ran
Then suddenly screeched to a halt
Came back and said what a stupid cat
Look at him, so fat
He danced around him like mad
The cat opened its eyes wide
And pounced on him with all he’s got
Chewed the rat, and swallowed fast
Flashed a smile like 350 watt
And said, hmn, tastes like ham.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE CAT AND THE MOUSE GAME | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| IMAGINE | 1 | 09/20/2009 |
| ONCE UPON A STAR | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DESPAIRE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DAYS GONE BYE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| MR. JOHNS | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| SHOW DOWN | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| IN THE MIND OF A POET | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| BEAUTIFULL | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| A NIGHT'S PRAYER | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| IF SADNESS HAD A FACE | 1 | 04/17/2009 |
| HIGH ON LOVE | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
| TAKE IT EASY | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| WHY I CRY | 3 | 02/17/2009 |
| FINDING GOD | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| FOOL | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| BACK STAB | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| THE CRY OF A BROKEN HEART | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
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