A cat said meow, and a
Balloon went pop. The
Cat put back in her claws.
Dashing away.
Easy she said,
Flashing her claws,
Grinding her teeth.
Hearing it pop,
Instantly she
Jumped
Kitty is not happy.
Laughing, no way!
Making a balloon brake is
Not the fun way!
Of course it's not.
Popping a balloon is
Quite a lot of
Racket!
Silence is what I like.
Terrifying is loud.
Unless you get far, far, away.
Vigilance is
What you need.
X is pops, no way, no how.
Yeast farming! Uh, uh!
Zebra chasing? I gave up that long ago!
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about the poet:
Billie Rose
9 years old
Wilmington, De
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