Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Poem That Never Really Worked, About The Cat On My Porch

There was a tan cat that sat on my porch.
It lay in the sun all day long.
I scared it one day and it ran in the street
And got hit by a moving truck that was full of furniture that belonged to that new family across the street, y’know? The Johnsons? Yeah, them. Nice people.

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