Sad Manx, by jwhwz
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This manx was born without a tail;
And, in life; he feels he fails.
Because he hasn't a balance sense;
It's not his fault; in his defense.
When he tries to leap, he crashes;
And accumulates many gashes.
He has many bones that are broken;
And never, a "meow", has he spoken.
For, he is also very mute;
To a cat; that isn't cute.
For, he has no voice for self-expression;
Which only adds to his depression.
He might as well curl up in a ball;
Because all that he's going to do is fall.
Sleep your life away, little kitty;
Because, none of your days are going to be pretty. |
Posted: 2011-11-21 21:39:39 UTC |
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