Sally is a cat
A very fat cat
That sits on the
Foot of my bed
I love Sally
(She’s very discreet)
This very fat cat
That attacks my feet
She keeps a secret
(That’s a good thing)
Don’t know what
I’d do If this cat
Decided to sing!
But all she does
Is sit on my bed
And never, ever
Is a word said
And that’s why
I love Sally
(She’s very discreet)
This very fat cat
That attacks my feet
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Reviews of "Fat Cat"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 25, 2011
Good cat. Good discreet cat. They are like that, discreet I mean. I had one once we called Beelzebub, who if we were tardy getting up he would jump up on the bed and very lightly nick my wife on the mouth. I have a feel he knew better than to wake me like that.,
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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