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POEZII IN ENGLEZA

Bod, My Fat Cat


My cat's name is Bod, He's really very fat. His stomach's on the floor, And he can't get through his flap. He eats and eats and eats, He just never seems to stop. And when we fill his bowl Not one morsel does he drop! His fur is very black With white bits on his face. But he spends most the time Curled up in his favourite place He never runs around, Or sneak or pounce or jump. My big fat cat called Bod Really is a lazy lump!

The Sun
Don't you think the sun is bright? I wonder where it goes at night? Does it sleep or does it hide? Or is the moon its other side?

Does it hide behind the hills? Late at night as outside chills? Do you think it needs to rest? From all that warming it does best? Could it even have a home? Maybe in London or even in Rome? Or does it just float around? Moving slowly from town to town? Yes, I think it must do that! After all the earth's not flat. So the sun goes round and round Spreading sunshine on the ground!

My Dog Fred
I have a dog. His name is Fred. He won't play fetch. He won't play dead. He won't shake hands or sit or stay or bark or beg or run and play. He won't roll over, shake or crawl. In fact, he won't do tricks at all.

When folks ask why I tell them that's because my dog was raised by cats.

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