Puddy Tat, by Darren Oxton Subscribe to rss feed for Darren Oxton

I tort I tor a puddy tat,
Climbing up the wall,
But this aint like no other cat,
No balance, watch it fall,

The puddy tat it had nine lives,
But now its down to one,
It tried to sniff the old bee hive,
So another life now gone,

The moggy chased a mouse one day,
But fell flat on its knees,
And so the mouse had got away,
With all our Cheddar cheese,

Our puddy tat is black and white,
With a pink and shiny nose,
It dipped it in some waste one night,
So now his nose it glows, 

Its cheeky face, its big brown eyes,
It was always in a hurry,
But now he's served in Chinese pies,
With chips, and served with curry
Posted: 2009-12-18 17:18:01 UTC

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