My Round Cat

Lethargic, sinuous, that’s my cat

You see him everywhere

He likes to chat about this and that

Whilst sitting on my chair

Some say his colour is nearly brown

Others think he is grey

He never thinks to pop into town

But rather sleeps all day

At the smell of some fish in his dish

He’ll raise one sleepy eye

And his tail will give a lazy swish

He’s never very spry

He has seldom been a one for toys

He shows disdain at those

He rarely hangs out with other boys

Preferring just to pose

He is a very heavy feline

Some might say he’s too fat

Upon this subject I must incline

But I love my round cat