The Stew Xmas Poem

Cats have nine lives and isn't that great
Because after the fire, our cat now has eight.

 

With Christmas so near he hated to stay
He looked at the snots and then sneaked away.

 

Away from the snots,
Seeking bright hats on Gnomes...

 

He quickly bathed,
and laid down to sleep.

 

Into the garden,
And plant winter seeds,

 

for the pretty pictures,
the stew junkies need

 

He planted some Lupines,
some Zinnias and Roses,

 

as all the garden fairies will dance and shout
as everyone knows they will never mope and pout

 

they danced and they twirled on a warm sunny day
even though it is cold out and they couldn't stay

 

Inside they went and danced on the cat
The cat is awake and the fairies are flat.

 

"Stop dancing upon me,"
The wakeful cat mewed,