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The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called
who had a bad habit,
of inviting himself to tea.
When the clock struck four,
he would tap on the door,
meow and scrach,
then lift up the latch.
He never had a thought,
for dear Aunt Mable,
because he would rush right in,
and jump straight on the table.
He would steal a cake,
from of the plate,
then run back through the door,
and out of the gate.
always there for tea.
Now Mac-fee played a game
called, hide n seek.
At one time he went missing,
for over a...
A Letter To Whom
I'm sending you a letter, one that I will post today;
so please will you read it and not throw it away.
I have written it in black ink, to make it look good
because that is the way a professional would.
The paper has a water mark but it's not lined
and when my letter is finished it will be officially signed.
I will fold it neatly so that it fits inside, a small brown
envelope that is not very wide.I will write an address
that is local to me, so that it is easy for the postman