13/06/2026
There once was a black cat named Pablo,
Who moved at a lumbering tempo.
Though chubby and round,
He’d waddle around,
To sit where the rainwater flowed.
Old Pablo was hefty and wide,
With a belly he carried with pride.
When the storm clouds appeared,
He’d get strangely geared,
And splash through the puddles outside.
While other cats sprinted away,
Pablo would happily stay.
Too fat for a dash,
He’d sit in the splash,
And soak up the rest of the day. 😸🌧️
