Poem for August

by Servo

This morning I woke up at the normal time You see I am trying to make this poem rhyme:) I woke to discover that a cat was not For a dog was I sleeping on my kitty cot A small dog all painted in black and in white Not a tux kitty I'd changed in the night! A Boston Terrier I now was today I thought for a moment and mewed out "no way" But if I had to change from being a cat to a Terrier name Boston..what's wrong with that? For this little dog is as cute as can be and my family still loves me cos I am STILL me So if you wake up and you're no longer a cat and you think it's a bad thing let those thoughts scat! Because I would be happy in any old frame I know that my family would love me the same:)