Interior Chicken
The 'BoM'

Tat Tat Cat

“I’m stumped,” says the cat to its prey

I can perch here and look you straight

I can see you move your wiggle nose

But I can’t see my own whiskers

I can feel them as I move along the hall

To pounce the door stop

 

I can put my head against you and they bend

 

I can’t see them whisper

I can’t taste them whisker

 

I shall pluck them out and have a look

 

The little mouse moves its nose up and down

 

yowling ensues

 

To cheese and soda up

On the stoop

 

 

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