Treasure Island

S.D. TIWARI

(December.1955 / India)

Pussy goes to London, nursery rhyme


Pussy cat, Pussy cat
where did you go?
Meow, I went to London
to look sports show.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
what did you there?
I saw the Olympics
London 12 games fair.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
what there were games?
Swimming, tennis, athletics,
wrestling and many names.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
who won the medals?
Zhao, Zhang, Kenny
Missi, Allison, Michel.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
what did you eat?
I ate some hot dog
and fresh mouse meat.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
next where'll you go?
In two thousand sixteen
planning to go to Rio.


sdtiwari1@gmail(dot) com

Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2012

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