I’ve got the biggest dreams for me
To be the biggest I can be
That’s why I need to lay my head
Upon the very biggest bed
In almost no time I’ll be grown
And then I’ll make this bed my own
So don’t sleep here; no room, it seems
Because I dream the biggest dreams
When your squeaky toy won’t squeak
When you’ve been stuck inside all week
When the big dog barks and growls
To interrupt your nightly prowls
Your food is bland, your kibble stale
The baby always pulls your tail
Whenever life gets harsh and rough
Just hug your hippo; that’s enough
From Imgur: “I rescued Stanley and his hippo today. The shelter said they were a package deal.”
In hamlet and village ‘cross many a nation
We find fearless felines in grave situation
Within cemeteries aside ancient churches
Cats congregate in search of cool perches
For a crypt of concrete or a headstone of marble
Makes a soothing retreat to air out the harbles
So let’s hit the boneyard, that is if you’re willing
And enjoy this collection of cats who’re just chilling
Milano, Cimitero Monumentale di Milano, by Sven Kapunkt
The cat of the cemetery, by Tambako the Jaguar
The Graveyard Cat, Saint Mary's Old Church Graveyard, Stoke Newington, by Loz Flowers, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
If it’s a bad day, or even a bad week,
There is some comfort you can seek.
To gaze upon a fluffy cheek
Will cheer you up when you feel bleak.
The humble buttock, you will find
Is Nature’s method to remind
Us all to relax and unwind
And never mind if we fall behind.
And soon, thanks to this tiny twerker
You’re feeling calm and less berzerker.
Just why do ‘tocks make us feel perkier?
Don’t ask me why; I only work ‘ere.
From top: LLama 'Tocks !!1!, by Ketzirah & Art, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0, fluffy tocks, by Jessie Pearl, licensed under CC BY 2.0, stubby tail, little white feet, by robanhk, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0