Each morning Maxie needs to sit
On my lap and purr a bit
He jumps up and claws my leg slowly
Trying to make it softer lying lowly
And he likes to have a rub behind his ears
Then under his chin as he stretches near
He will sit for a while until he gets bored
Biting my hand and runs away not adored.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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