My Cat

(Apologies to Christian Morgenstern)

My cat sits on the mat. That’s where he’s at.
Yet why does he do that?
He could be on the sill, but still, he’s on the mat.

So why he just does that?
A refined creature, he, and just this time,
He did it for the sake of this rhyme.

My Cat, On The Mat

My Cat, On The Mat

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