Milo was a cat
Who got so very fat
That the vet would say
“Only one meal a day”
Which is why he ate my hat.
When Milo lost some weight
He slipped out through the gate
But I had a hunch
He’d be back by lunch
To steal it from my plate.
Milo
Tag: cats
The Problem
I’ve a problem here,
Of the feline sort;
Your cat, my dear,
It’s she I caught,
Stealing the wool,
From my knitting bag.
(It used to be full,
But I don’t like to nag.)
If it could be returned,
When she’s done with it,
My thanks you’ll have earned,
As I’d quite like to knit.