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Just Looking! He sits by my 'puter, Looking every bit a sage, His grey hair belies him, 'Cause he doesn't look his age. He looks in wonder at my Z42, As it spits out page after page, He sniffs every sheet, not like me - or you, I scold, he growls, as if in a rage. He continues to sit down on his broad and big tooshey, He has a very strange name, I call him Mouschie, He's always been single, never had any wives, It's often been said that a cat has nine lives! [He is very definitely full of curiosity.] |
Additional Notes:
I know the rhyme scheme/format differs in the stanzas...but my attitude is - So What? It's the
writer's perogative!
Mouschie was the cat in a play with me, and I adopted him after the last show when his owner,
due to moving, had to give him up.
If you know "The Diary of Ann Frank" you will know there is a cat called Mouschie. Nobody can
tell me what that means.
Mouschie - say it with me now - MOO SHE.
Thank you.
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