From the pool of destiny I drink;
As I slurp up the water I think
That behind me as ever I lap
I might feel on my shoulder a tap.
Then up in the air would I spring
Quick to face that awful thing,
And give it a huge terrible bite,
Slashing claws, with all my might!
Whatever, it can't stand a chance,
Whether a knight with a pointy lance
Or a thug with a big nasty gun;
He'll just have to hurry and run!
The cats of my clan are well known;
They rule the woods from their throne.
They never let each other down;
Their power has awesome renown!
Author notes
Don't laugh too hard! :-)
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Comments
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LOL! Good one! Great!
Good luck!
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