BERT
BERT SHE CALLS ME
MY CAT I MEAN
SHE CALLS ME BERT
MY ORANGE FURRED TABBY
MY CHANGEABLE ORANGE FURRED TABBY
WHEN I WANT TO HOLD HER
SHE'S RELUCTANT
BUT OPEN MY MUSIC BAG
SHE'S IN IT
OPEN MY DESK DRAWER
SHE HAS TO CHECK IT OUT
GO SHOELESS
SHE'S BITING MY TOES
TAKE A NAP
SHE SITS ON MY HEAD
AND CALLS ME BERT
DUMB CAT
ONLY REASON I KEEP HER
IS BECAUSE I LIKE HER
I LIKE TO HEAR HER MOTOR RUN
WHEN SHE'S CONTENT
I LIKE THE LOOK IN HER EYES
WHEN SHE'S SITTING IN THE WINDOW
WAITING TO COME IN
I CALL HER TABBY
THE KIDS CALL HER PUSSYFOOT
WE COULD CALL HER ESMERELDA
SHE DOESN'T COME ANYWAY
BUT IF I RATTLE A FOOD BOX
SHE CALLS ME BERT
NOW SHE'S REGAL POISED AND COOL
NOW SHE'S TRYING TO CATCH HER TAIL
NOW SHE THINKS MY BEARD'S A KITTEN
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED
BY A ROUGH TONGUED CAT
DUMB CAT
SHE'S SLEEPING IN MY CHAIR
SHE'S DRINKING FROM THE FISH TANK
SHE'S FALLING IN THE BATHTUB
SHE'S SHARPENING HER CLAWS
SHE'S LOCKED IN A CLOSET
SHE'S STRANDED IN A TREE
SHE'S A BOTHER AND A NUISANCE
BUT SHE'S KIND OF CUTE TO ME
BESIDES
SHE CALLS ME BERT
FRANK A VOLLMER
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Bert
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