An Impolite Cat
What's for dinner?
Let me outside.
Get out of my chair!
Such demands from
an impolite cat.
She often forgets please,
may I, and Thank You,
but purrs a happy tune
for all the things you do.
She'll lay on your feet
snuggle in your lap
keep you company
on long, dark nights.
A friend indeed
that impolite cat.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter '99 ©
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