The Fat Cat
There was a yellow cat, who had a great smile,
I watched that fat cat for a long, long while.
Its purrs I could hear across the warm living room,
as it lay curled up by the old corn broom.
In fits and turns that cat seemed to dream,
about cat things or mice or other cat schemes.
With my cup in hand I watched from my chair,
the spectacle my cat was performing there.
I have great fondness for that big ball of fur,
whose purpose in life is to eat, sleep, and purr.