Three spoilt cats
live in my house,
The oldest - and biggest one
is afraid of a mouse.
Shadow's the oldest,
a black tiger without stripes,
He's so adorable -
he sleeps on my tummy at night.
Next there is Possie,
the cheekiest of them all,
she'll tell you off, nice and loud,
if you stop her from running out the door.
And can not forget LB,
last but not lest,
his name stands for Little Blackie -
But it's more like Little Beast.
02/11/05
*This poem is about my three cats.: -)
Liz Munro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-spoilt-cats/
