Bod, My Fat Cat

My cat's name is Bod,
He's really very fat.
His stomach's on the floor,
And he can't get through his flap.

He eats and eats and eats,
He just never seems to stop.
And when we fill his bowl
Not one morsel does he drop!

His fur is very black
With white bits on his face.
But he spends most the time
Curled up in his favourite place

He never runs around,
Or sneak or pounce or jump.
My big fat cat called Bod
Really is a lazy lump!

My cat's name is Bod,
He's really very fat.
His stomach's on the floor,
And he can't get through his flap.

He eats and eats and eats,
He just never seems to stop.
And when we fill his bowl
Not one morsel does he drop!

His fur is very black
With white bits on his face.
But he spends most the time
Curled up in his favourite place

He never runs around,
Or sneak or pounce or jump.
My big fat cat called Bod
Really is a lazy lump!

©2002 Gareth Lancaster

Something Interesting...

This poem was based on our cat Bod who wasn't quite as bad as the poem makes out but wasn't far off. He loved nothing more than curling up and sleeping in whatever cardboard box he could find - the tighter the fit, the better. Cats do the strangest things!