Bobbie Poem.

Here is a poem about Bobbie that I made a while ago...

The Bobbie Poem

Oh look! Its Bobbie

He's a good cat 

Not at all snobby

He sits on his mat.

He once was very fat

But now he is thin.

He sounds like he's hollow,

And made out of tin.

His friend is Rosie,
Rosie the cat.
She sits with him,
Sits on his mat.

Princess likes him enough
And Bobbie likes her.
They eat lots of stuff.

And sit together.

He's not too fond,
Of baby goats.
Nor bats nor kittens,
Who wear tail coats.

Poor little Bob,
He doesn't have a tail.
He sits on his chair,
Reading his mail.

Sometimes I bring him,

A can of Cat Food,

I hope he is in,

That kind of mood.

He eats his good cat food,

Flavored chicken or beef,

He doesn't like the fish,

That swim in the reef.

Oh now little Bobbie is as famous as can be,
He has lots of friends,
Including me.

Bobbie oh Bobbie,
Your the most polite cat,
Your not at all snobby,
And not at all fat.

By, Linnette McCatt
Copyright © 2011