You know that horrid travel crate?
I really am not for it!
It’s poky and doesn’t smell too great,
I tell you, I abhor it
If I want to explore the great outdoors,
I’ll do it on my own four feet,
I’ll rummage under the helibores,
That are fragrant, smelling sweet.
So whilst my human’s occupied,
With her knitting or crochet,
I’ll steal the chance to go and hide,
I’ll quietly slip away.

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