FROST

Posted: September 17, 2017 in Poemas

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Who’s the worst of all the boys?

Who’s the worst of them all?

That would have to be Frost, my boy.

That would have to be him.

He’s the worst of all the boys,

meaning cats, that’s what I mean.

You see, I always call him boy,

And a mean boy my cat is.

He chews the pages off my books.

Not just any book, you see, my favorite books

Are his favorite, too.

He unrolls the toilet paper until there’s no more

And places it on my bed and/or on living room floor.

He’s the worst, I tell you, the worst of them all.

You see, he hangs from the curtains in the morning,

That’s his way of waking me up. Isn’t he the worst,

The worst of them all, the worst of all the cats

In the whole while world?

His name is Frost, so you know him, too.

His name is Frosty boy, the worst cat of them all.

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