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Now, where’s that stupid cat? He slept near the wombat; he had been here but now I don’t know where the heck he’s at. Now, where’d my pussy go? He tripped that poor rhino; he had been high but now it seems he’s lying pretty low. Now, where’s that ball of fur? He made that zebra stir; I thought he found that olive branch but now I’m not so sure. Now, where’s that free lance imp? He made that panda limp; he got into the onboard stores and helped himself to shrimp. Now, where’d that tabby sneak? He made that guinea squeak; we landed here some time a- go, so now I’ll take a peek. Now, where’s that stupid cat? As Noah, I say drat! I guess he thought he’d go and disappear from Ararat*. *In the story of Noah’s Ark, the Ark came to rest on the mountains of Ararat, located in present-day Turkey. [Rhythm: 6-6-7-7] (Lines: 24) Writer’s Cramp; February 22, 2012
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