Felix

There once was a rough-looking cat,
Who's coat often looked like a rat.

He had miles of whiskers,
Never smiled for pictures,
And didn't once care where he sat.

 

One day after the milk he had drunk,
His brothers complained that he smelled like a skunk!

So Felix took note,
And glanced at his coat,
And discovered a bit of the funk.

 

It took him some time to decide,
Just which look was indeed his best side.

What's the point in a bath?!
Someone please do that math!
Give some reason before I abide!

 

His mother came to his aide,
Felix, what's all this trouble you've made?

He told her what had been done,
She then rescued her son,
And with her rough tongue she bathed.

 

 Monday morning cat poetry...it's a good thing.

Love,
PoeticCowLady