Mo

Mo is my cat, he is often quite funny,
But he has no teeth so he couldn’t attack a bunny

When he was younger he dozed in my dad’s slipper,
And when he gets older, I want to give him a kipper

His wits are low, but his claws are sharp,
He has heard the clarinet but not the sound of a harp

Mo you are cute, Mo you are loud,
But when you sleep, you don’t make a sound

Poem by Eve Ritman
(10 yrs old)