About Archie I am owned by an orange and white cat Who, by all accounts, should be fat He eats quite a lot When he doesn't get caught He really can be such a brat The orange cat is Archie by name He thinks scratching me is a fine game Archies jumps on my head Then strikes a pose on the bed For a photo to add to his fame I'm writing this poem while he's here He's demanding attention, that's clear He purrs and he rubs I think he wants grubs An empty dish is his one great fear.
Archive - March 2021
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Let's Go The spring sun shines My dog is hopeful She noses at my keys But there isn't time. My dog is hopeful The tail is wagging But there isn't time "Let's go," her eyes plead. The tail is wagging She noses at my keys "Let's go," her eyes plead. The spring sun shines.
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