Sunday, 23 March 2014

29th October 2012

The ferry that transported souls
Way across the river
Was anchored in the harbor
Where anyone would shiver
Who saw it through the mist;
I hope it's not your name
That's on the boarding list,
O pussycat afflicted
In a manner odd and strange,
In my case, not seen before,
Yet it's hoped your luck might change
From bad to good or even more
As what were you but a cat
And a kitten too at that
And if bad things are from God
For the bad things we have done,
Pray, tell me, pussycat,
Of all the bad things you have done,
This judgement passed on you is for which one?

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