A pussy died and went to heaven, his life had not been good.
He passed through the pearly gates and by St Peter stood.
St Peter said "what can I do to make things up to you"?
The pussy said "a cushion please and tasty bits to chew."
Later in came little mice who too had poorly fates,
They told St Peter they would like some pairs of roller skates.
The next day St Peter asks the cat "Is he O.K. and how he feels"?
The cat said "Hey! the cushions great and oh! those meals on wheels."
Jill West.
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BLOGGER'S MATE
A selection of poems, written to amuse my family and friends. Including the dinosaurs poems,I invented the dinosaur dynasty after coming down Steart Hill in the fog. It looked a likely spot for them. I write poems about anything that pops into my head, mostly funny I hope.
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- Jill
- A bit battered by life but better for it I hope.Mother to five daughters and I still have a sense of humour I hope.
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