Mewsings of the poet laurecat

Martin chucked me out of the chair, called it his!

But this undaunted ginger cat -with the very groovy hair style- was amused. And inspired by my muse I wrote...

It’s not his chair
‘cos I am here
And he is over there

If he were here
And I were there
Then it would be his chair!

Get out my chair
You mangy cat
Now I am over there

If he were here
And I were there
It would not be his chair.

Ferdinand: Mewsings of the poet laurecat .
Or, I'm a poet and I know it! Tee Hee, Amusing mewsings! Alright. I should stay off the catnip.