Feline Magic Poem by marie liz forte

Tobys a clever wizaed with more tricks in 'is ear
Than Old Delaneys donkey
He can walk through common or garden walls without detection
Has no finger prints; only claws which he unfurls for your inspection
His coat s too groovy to mention and he flies to every high tick convention
Sometimes he gets fleas or even worms; presently he has a neuroma
And he s booked in for an eye test as he suspects Glaucoma
He supports the voluntary work i do for those who cannot see
And he propounds a philosophy
Neither can we.