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Your ***** Mind

Every time I pull it off

it goes off in my face.

It's in my eye and

on my lips,

I look a right disgrace.

My ***** though

she loves it so

I do it all the time

and if I feed her

from a tin

I'd feel it was a crime

because she just loves

those sachets

that I can't pull open

without getting

covered in

gravy

flavoured

splashes.

Poetry by Kaydee

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Written by

SazKells

Other / Lancashire. UK

Published: Dec 5, 2018
LinesWords: 2073

Notes: What
were
you
thinking!!
Tags: #cat #food #on #my #face #funny #kitten #felix #whiskas

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