A poetry blog by Fred, a nine year old Australian girl.
Hi Fred! I love your simple but beautiful poem. I'm 65 years old and I like writing funny poems. Here's a poem for you and your brother and sister:The big black cat crept across the road,and finished up under a semi’s load.It was feeling stiff and sore,but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.So even though it took a whack,the cat bounced back.The big black cat crept across the streetand finished up under a giant’s feet.There were guts and there was gore,but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.So even though it took a smack,the cat bounced back.The big black cat should have never playedWith an Army tank parade.
Dear Di, I love your poem :)I love the cat with nine lives. Fred
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