Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry: The Ugly Sinful life of a Littlepooh! ❯ Three Furballs ( Chapter 11 )

Three Furballs.

Tigger bounces down the path, squeaking and purring,

Can't seem to meow, but can squeak delightfully,

With a black goatee on her chin and a fluffy bog brush tail,

Sally waddles down the path and says to me "Nmeowa!!"

In her most demanding tone, with so many whiskers she

looks like Patrick Moor,

Or should that be "Catrick?"

Rosie wails at the ktichen door "Nang nang nang!"

she cries, nearly taking off with her siamese ears in the

rough winds,

Three furballs, Three furry cats,

and not a single one can meow properly,

If cats can't Meow properly,

how on earth can i?

Just great!