Cat-rap Poem by Grace Nichols
Cat-rap
Lying on the sofa
all curled and meek
but in my furry-fuzzy head
there's a rapping beat.
Gonna rap while I'm napping
and looking sweet
gonna rap while I'm padding
on the balls of my feet
Gonna rap on my head
gonna rap on my tail
gonna rap on my
you know where.
So wave your paws in the air
like you just don't care
with nine lives to spare
gimme five right here.
Well, they say that we cats
are killed by curiosity,
but does the moggie mind?
No, I've got suavity.
When I get to heaven
gonna rap with Macavity,
gonna find his hidden paw
and clear up that mystery.
Nap it up
scratch it up
the knack is free
fur it up
purr it up
yes that's me.
The meanest cat-rapper you'll ever see.
Number one of the street-sound galaxy.
This cat just got lucky. To have a rap while he napped! i hope you sing it too.
I liked this, very upbeat. A pity there is only one poem of hers on here. Studied some of her poems for A level. If you get the chance go find Those Women or Tropical Death, totally different to this one but both very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 9:05:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fun poem to read. Thanks, Grace