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When little Nancy went to bed
A spider fell upon her head.
When she awoke she could not hear
Because it's sleeping in her ear.
Sarah Hartwell
Little Jonathan was smitten
With a fluffy orange kitten.
Now Jon is gone and not so smug
And daddy has a tiger rug.
Sarah Hartwell
I do not have paranoia,
I merely have a purr-annoyer
Who pursues me, purposeful
Until he's fed, then purr - puss full!
No - I am not paranoid,
I'm only mildly purr-annoyed!
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