We must have been assigned to make a picture out of words. Yeah, not a poet…

The Cheshire Cat
I speak to my Cheshire cat,
In a tone that pleases him.
If he smiles ’til the clock strikes nine
I feed him liver which is fine.
We must have been assigned to make a picture out of words. Yeah, not a poet…

The Cheshire Cat
I speak to my Cheshire cat,
In a tone that pleases him.
If he smiles ’til the clock strikes nine
I feed him liver which is fine.