The cat heard the hushes
And hid in the bushes
With eyes behind the leafy moustaches
He saw the many strong creatures’ rushes
He followed one, then
Followed the other, then
Followed the other, then
Continued in his quest of ‘curiosden’
Many eyes, he forgot, were situated on the back
This he incorporated not into his plans. He had no luck
There was a meeting to have him stuck
But others wanted him to coldly lie on his back
Mr. Cat tiptoed
Behind the little backy eyed
Until he reached under his sky coffin, which was with the earth dyed
It came down with speed and did its job, right, Mr. Cat died
So curiosity
Will lead to unnecessary problemcity
Such thoughts as one man can be a city
Of wisdom must be quenched with great density
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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