Tilly Speaks Poem by Tom Billsborough
Tilly Speaks
Dame paresseuse, allongée sur ma chaise
Fourroure noire mas pas de culotte
Tu choisie la vie comme un Dieu
ou l'empereur Auguste étendant une patte
Pour recueillir le fruit de tes travaux.
Comment fais tu ca?
"Ah, Je comprends tous mais dit rien.
Nous l'appelons la sagesse, " elle répondait.
"Ah, I know everything but I say nothing. We call that wisdom, " she replied.
Tilly's my new catMathilde Henrietta to give her her posh name!
Tilly sounds like a fun new cat for you, Tom. Mr. Purry would approve, I'm sure!
She has a twin sister who comes round every couple of days for a free breakfast. Must remember to hide the Caviar!
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8/28/2026 6:20:20 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
speakin' of which, how IS Anna? rolling in the dough? :) bri :)
She's just had a puncture or so she claims!