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A tired fly Flew past my nose Its buzz was low Its speed was slow It drifted through the heavy air I know, I saw it go On by The cat was sleeping On a chair Just lying there Without a care Until the fly flew past her nose To end her doze The cat she froze Her green eyes widened And turned all cold As cold as gold If truth be told The tired fly Went buzzing by The cat’s white nose And I suppose The cats intention Was to try And catch that fly As it went by Her paws ****** out In desperate throttle To try and **** The winged bluebottle The fly escaped Its hum got higher Its flight got faster The cat chased after Round and round the room they went The cats neck bent And furiously sent The fly on high Above sharp claws As she flipped and pawed The clever fly soared Until at last The cat did stop And off did trot Like she cared not To catch a much less mobile snack Her cat food sat Upon her mat The fly is drifting overhead Its buzz all low It’s flying slow And watching out for battle two When cat is through With chewing food And so it goes on every day Some get away Some like to play The cat and fly They both still try To take their chance In life's great dance
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
The Cat and Fly
A tired fly Flew past my nose Its buzz was low Its speed was slow It drifted through the heavy air I know, I saw it go On by The cat was sleeping On a chair Just lying there Without a care Until the fly flew past her nose To end her doze The cat she froze Her green eyes widened And turned all cold As cold as gold If truth be told The tired fly Went buzzing by The cat’s white nose And I suppose The cats intention Was to try And catch that fly As it went by Her paws ****** out In desperate throttle To try and **** The winged bluebottle The fly escaped Its hum got higher Its flight got faster The cat chased after Round and round the room they went The cats neck bent And furiously sent The fly on high Above sharp claws As she flipped and pawed The clever fly soared Until at last The cat did stop And off did trot Like she cared not To catch a much less mobile snack Her cat food sat Upon her mat The fly is drifting overhead Its buzz all low It’s flying slow And watching out for battle two When cat is through With chewing food And so it goes on every day Some get away Some like to play The cat and fly They both still try To take their chance In life's great dance
27th September 2016
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
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