Cats may disco when they're glad,
Rumba when they're feeling mad.
Hip hop cats are never sad,
But my cats love to tango.
Gliding smoothly through the door
Sliding 'cross the kitchen floor
To the music they adore.
Heads held high, they strike a pose.
In their teeth, they hold a rose.
Oh, those tabby twinkletoes
Are awesome when they tango.
Written all by her 8-year old self, with no help! What a smartie!
4 comments:
A lovely poem. A lovely girl. (sigh)
I love it! Very impressive!!!!
What a fun (and good) poem!!! I can't believe how pretty and grown-up she looks :)
she must get her talent from your side of the family!
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