Where have you been
on your Christmas break?
did you find a shoulder
or perhaps a nice warm lap?
did they sing you any Christmas songs?
It didn't take you long
to find your way back
to my shoulder cliff top
still just skin and bones
despite the mince pies
Your face is round
your whiskers are shorter on one side
and your coat is black
and velvety
Your engine starts to hum
now you've found your favourite spot
in the shoulder top sun
Your eyes still reveal
a little kitten glow
that no Christmas could steal
Pretty soon winter will be over
and you'll have to deal with
all that serious cat stuff
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