Just a Fado cat
It isn’t just a pain,
It drives me insane,
And it doesn’t just fall on the plain.
I’m no pet, but I hate the wet,
Of the Carvalheira rain.
The Fado girl sings,
Of that Chuva thing,
And though it sounds very pretty.
I’d rather be indoors than have wet paws,
Or fur, and that’s a pity.
He hasn’t said yes,
Nor has he said no,
But the door is left inviting.
A Fado Cat must always take care,
But I feel I could go right in.
Strange goings on,
Beyond the mat.
Dangerous times for
A Fado cat.
Fado Cats Must Stick Together
That thing there,
What is that?
It looks like a skewer for
A Fado cat.
And that long bent stick,
With lots of string.
I’d like to play with that,
To hear it ping.
A Fado cat
Loves straw as well.
But six bales of it?
What The Hell?
Better not hide,
Inside the straw.
Skewer flying,
Look! There’s more.
No. Sit listening,
On the mat.
Be good, Be safe,
Just A Fado cat.
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