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by Cheshire Grin
Herewith I propose
To pull out my nose
The writ, to whit
Which suitably fits
The branch I call home
Perched where I sit
Where birds often...flit
To peer in the room
Where Nurse C rides a broom
Around the onion dome
The Just Gang at Noon
Running from living Toons
Pursued with a net
By nurses who fret
About the next palindrome
The Wizard sings to saw
'A man, a plan, Panama!'
With Twins in harmony
Ringed round my tree
As the staff froths and foam
Here ends the tale
From the cat, grin and tail
Application is moot
From my perch by the 'Stute
In the tree that I call home
The cat grins.
Slowly the grin vanishes
Until only the cat remains.
DOH!
Ahhhhh look at cha ! Found me a kitty....sorry....
a CAT ! If yar nice, maybe the
Lady will let ya
hav' a nap on her lap. I happen to
know she
LUUUUUUVS Cats ! Nah don't ya
start scratching,
that'd be a CATastrophe and yar
PURRRRRRRRRfect as yar!
Mr. Kitty Cat
you have gotten
this Nurse all wrong
she's here to help
not take away from.
It's illusions
in their minds
taking them away
to mystic places.
I'm really
just sweet as pie
and as addictive
as chocolate brownies.
Lady in Red
My goodness an authentic Cheshire
For what more could this Lady desire
What a beauty he is
He will be a real bliss
'Round my shoulders for all to admire
Lady in Red
Juliet
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