you can see so for yourself!
Now, how is it I'm found, left on the shelf?
My manners are impeccable,
I never misbehave,
and due to my fur, I never need a shave.
People have often treated me cruelly,
I've known some awful folk,
but I suspect, it may all be, a great big joke?
The way some cats do swish around!
here, there, and all over the place.
I'm sure, I've sometimes seen, smirks on their face.
Well, let them go their way,
the way, they want to, or even must,
but me? I want to, I need to, go the way of trust.
Tushie 16/10/12
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