there once was a cat named Primrose
such an awkward and unusual kitty
with a crooked tail and thirty-two toes
but for this strange little puss we have no pity
she began her life on a cold winter night
with no owner and nothing to munch on
yes, this somehow expains her, in her own right
still no one knows why she chose the life of a feline felon
maybe it was because her ma was a nip addict
or because her pa was a really mean tom
can these really explain the actions of a convict
perhaps because she was not loved, and she never knew it was wrong
then one day she stole a precious ball of cheese
alas her life of crime quickly drew to a close
as the asthmatic cat bent over and wheezed
and that's when they caught her, that master criminal Primrose
and so thus ends our tale
of that mischievious young gel
Primrose
Annabelle M and Madison B, 2006
ahahahahahahahhahahaha
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten how that ended...
lol, a little walk down memory lane.
haha i posted it cuz one of dan's students had a really random short story that reminded me of it
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