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The Downfall of a Cat Burgler.

The cat burglar, moved like a cat, a snoop a sneak, a trespassing freak. He came at night, gave people a fright, through window skylight, through anywhere tight. then, he had a sticky patch, in a fight, he found a match; not a cricket match; it was a cricket bat. No longer moving like a cat; The rat!

My Mongrel and Me

Me and my mongrel aren't pedigrees nothing special, bony knees. He has flees; What? Not me! Oh please! This mans best friend, That'll never end. Friends for life... Upset the wife. She spotted a louse, not let in the house. Got him clean; struggled in bath; he thinks I'm mean. Doesn't like wet; doesn't like Vet. Or cats; Likes cow pats. Loves a roll, on a smelly dead mole. I don't mind, were two of a kind. No pedigree, we're Mongrels you see? No heirs and graces; A mixture of races. Not interbred; old, healthy, not dead. Our genes are a mixture, were old, a permanent fixture. We'll go on for ever, birds of a feather. I love my dog, he thinks I'm a God.