Treasure Island

Pijush Biswas

(12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Pussy cat


Pussy cat, pussy cat
Oh, how long is your tail!
It is soft, hairy and black striken
At the middle a golden ring?
Glittering!
Ah, your four legs have nail!

Pussy cat, pussy cat
Do not be angry with
Me and my words satirical
It is not betrayal
I have made my mind free.

Pussy cat, pussy cat
Take this milk and take this fish
Lick one and another bite
For you kill mischievous
Several rats in night.

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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  • Ramesh Rai (11/20/2013 6:35:00 AM)

    Pussycat pussycat, where have you been?
    I've been up to London to visit the Queen.
    Pussycat pussycat, what did you there?
    I frightened a little mouse under her chair
    MEOWW!
    Lovely write. (Report) Reply

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