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'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'Muttered Father Christmas one year.'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.
Catfishtake catnaps on seabedsSticklebacksstick like glueTerrapinsare terrific with needlesBut what does a didgery do?
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
'On buses and trains you wouldn't believeThe crazy things that passengers leave:
A pair of crutches, I kid you not,Hot-waterbottle, full but no longer hot
It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until