The Fat Cat Poem By Ryan Ngala

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Ryan Ngala

The fat cat,
Sat on the mat,
Hitting a mouse with a baseball bat,
All while sitting on his hat,
Trying to catch a rat,
Running & saying that stupid brat,
Who's just sitting on his fat hat.

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