My Missing Cat
I looked under the mat,
I looked where Grandpa sat,
I looked under my hat,
I looked beside a rat,
I couldn't find my cat,
I looked beside the bat,
I looked behind a pig,
Who was smelly and fat,
Where have you gone, Pat?
This Poem is written by something under your hat.
The last line ( This Poem is written by something under your hat) is not part of the poem.)
Kind Regards,
Jodha Srisiri Kondapalli.
