Quip, quip,
goes the Cat.
Quip, quip,
quotes the Cat.
It's unlikely to agree,
what you hear, you cannot see,
It's so cosy in my knee,
while I brush its whiskers free,
Underneath the apple-tree,
so absorbed in poetry.
Snip, snip,
goes the score.
Dip a tip,
and close the door.
27 октября 2015 г.
Nursery Thyme
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2015
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