A poem for Cuthbert

Cuthbert, Cuthbert,
why so gleeful?

You made Halley cat
all fleaful.

As you’re bouncing,
bounding spreeful

landing smackdab
on my kneeful

the other cats and I
agreeful

You are eeeful
eeeeeeful eeeeeeeeeful.

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