There once was a mean old black cat
A cat that was anything but fat.
He would give you a glare,
His teeth he would bare,
Then He'd lay down on his mat.
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I know what you're thinking... "WHAT was THAT?!"
That assignment we were getting used to different meters in poetry, and a limerick has a very distinct... erm... gait. This was my on the spot, in class, answer to the assignment. I couldn't stop snickering the entire time. :) I love poetry <3
