O Cat: A Poem

What does your cat really think?

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O Cat

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

O cat who lies on my chest,
While I recline here at rest,
A perfect bum on the couch,
In a sleepy, slothful slouch:
A book I have in my hands
That leads me to foreign lands,
Memoirs of far-tramping men,
Who penetrate field and fen,
And there lost tribes uncover,
And pirate gold discover,
And …