Monsieur Purry Poem by Tom Billsborough
Monsieur Purry
Ses yeux foncés m'arrêtent
C'est toujours le même
Je m'amollie comme la cire
Et lui donnant un sourire bête
Mes paroles expirent.
Et ce matin aussi, C'est ça!
Comme tous les autres
Je deviens l'esclave d'un chat!
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: cat
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8/29/2026 11:50:57 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
i couldn't have said it better myself. HELL, i couldn't have said it, period! bri :)
I agree with what Tom replied here. I couldn't have said it, but I understand it!
Je suis d'accord, mon ami!