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For A Day

A kitty cat
A thing like that
Is what I'd like to be

For a day
I'd like to play
In the top of the highest trees

And if I fall
I'd worry none
I'd land on all four feet

But I don't think
I'd like it none
The things that cats do eat

But for a day
I'd need no bath
For cats do clean themselves

On second thought
I'm really glad
I've always been myself.

by Bill Simmons

Comments (1)

Hello Bill, (Clapping) Excellent poem. You have a nice way of writing for the child in us all. Warmest regards, CJ