Mummies The Cat

May 28, 2011

Your star crossed eyes, Your downy knee, You smell of crumpets, fluff and me, Princess pink, Neath Arctic white, And butt of brown, In dead of night, You silly mouse, Who hiding seeks, From neath the bed, A bottom peaks, Ah ha! I’ve found you! Off you run! White trousers whistle’n, Wind of bum, My smelly […]

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