Cat

• Hazem Marashdeh, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

There was once a cat.
Who wanted to bat.
He liked to mix.
And liked to picks.
He is now called Mat.
I liked him to go.
Ward off as if mow.
He was a man.
And not a can.
Now he's going to tow.
I liked his whiskers.
And liked his buyer.
He is a four.
And not a sore.
He is a roller.