Purrsday Poetry: A Ragamuffin Poem

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Hi everyone,

Today’s Purrsday Poetry post comes from Emily Tyrell.

A Ragamuffin Poem

Muffin was a Ragamuffin
quite unlike any other cat;
he wasn’t very good at climbing,
as his belly was far too fat.

It swung from side to side,
when he ran towards a tree;
then when he’d jump, he’d fall with a thump
and lick at his poor, bruised knees.

The other cats would watch from above,
laughing and making fun of him;
they called him the chubby tree-hugger
that needed to go to the cat gym.

Muffin couldn’t change his belly,
he was simply born that way;
along with odd coloured whiskers,
and four paws that were a light, whitish grey.

Friendly, cute and caring,
he didn’t like to hunt;
he preferred chasing feathers and dust,
and sleeping by the porch front.

The other cats would watch from above,
laughing and making fun of him:

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