Mr. Matlack… Can Rufuz Come And Play?......By China Wilson

Now this piece is for the entire world to see, this little poem and this little picture of … ME.

For those of you who know of my manner, you’ll just have to try real hard and understand.

I’m not as wild as they say I am, it just that they hold me captive when I was born to be free.

Yet being held prisoner I guess is not too bad, it’s just when they make those funny faces and do silly things that I think are a sham.

It was like this when I turned a year old this forth of July and Mama Leah tried to dress me like somebody named Uncle Sam….now what would you think if you were me?

You know, I don’t really remember how I came to live Leah and Al, and I will never forgive them since I now will never be able to go out will some cute little gal. (For my own good I heard them say…But I think it was because of all their territory I did spray)

Now yall will have to excuse me as this is my first little poem, but I just wanted to see if Uncle Ed would let Rufuz come play with me.

I mean the big people (Allen and Leah), well I guess that they are OK, but Al gets upset when it’s a fight I crave.

So Uncle Ed, I beg of you, as you can see from my photo, I’m on my bed and feeling a little blue.

I promise that will not of Rufuz nose scratch or bite, but if he’s up to it I’m really itching for a fight.

You can call Al sometime and let him know, but in the meantime I’ll just lie low.

© 8/2007 CHINA WILSON fffffff