X (Pickles The Cat) - Poem by Ken Bennight
This is story about a cat,
big and hairy,
nice and fat.
Funny round face,
and whiskers that tickle,
but the funniest thing is he only eats pickles,
sweet pickles cold pickles both dill and sour.
he eats so many pickles he runs out ever hour.
than he's counting his money and its of to the store,
and he's buying more pickles just pickles galore.
then sets down at home and he picks out his teeth
and hes dreams of tomorrow and the pickles he'll eat.
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