Sad Manx, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

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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