The Janere Cat


She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws

and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.

So she franted tore the setter when asked, "Pray tell, what's his name?"

She'd answer, "Ask the cat," but not a stranger asked again.

But rather had they asked and a swearump bird flown by,

the cat with fat and iggly paws would have answered with a cry.

"I am the Janere cat with fat and iggly paws,

And though my paws are fat, I am actually quite small!"

Small enough, indeed, to warm tiny childrens' laps,

and after chasing off the glurms, have a well-deserved nap.


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