There once was a cat named Whiskers,
Who wanted the door open, oh so quick-sirs!
He mewed and he pawed, with great persistence,
But when the door opened, he lost all interest.
He’d take one step out, then quickly retreat,
As if the outside world was too much to meet.
He’d stare at the door with a look so forlorn,
As if to say, “You make me yawn?”
He’d sit and he’d stare, and occasionally cry,
But when it came to going out, he’d always deny.
He’d rather stay in, with his toys and his bed,
Than venture outside, with the birds overhead.
So, Whiskers the cat, with his whims and his ways,
Would ask for the door to be opened, every single day.
But when it came to actually stepping out,
He’d turn tail and run, with a great big shout.
And so we learned to humour his request,
But not to expect him to be our outdoor guest.
For Whiskers the cat, with his curious mind,
Preferred the comfort of indoors, where he could unwind.
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Tanya Doolin
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Comments (1)
A charming and witty poem full of humor! I can almost hear Whiskers tapping at the door at this very moment.