The Fat Cat Poem | Ryan Ngala

The Fat Cat Poem

 

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

 The fat cat,
Sat on the mat,
Hitting a mouse,
With a baseball bat.

 All while sitting on his hat,
Trying to catch a rat,
Running & saying that stupid brat,
Who was just sitting on his fat hat.

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