In a quaint little house, on a quiet street, Lived a cat named Whiskers, mischievous and sweet. With a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his stride, He embarked on adventures, leaving mischief far and wide. Whiskers would hide in the shadows, waiting for his chance, To pounce on unsuspecting victims, with a mischievous dance. He'd swipe at passing ankles, then disappear in a flash, Leaving behind laughter and a playful, joyful splash. He'd knock over vases, with a flick of his tail, Leaving shattered pieces, a mischievous trail. He'd unravel toilet paper, creating a fluffy mess, Leaving his mark, a testament to his playful finesse. But Whiskers' pranks were never meant to cause harm, He simply sought amusement, a feline charm. He'd chase after shadows, with a playful leap, Bringing smiles and laughter, to those he'd meet. Oh, Whiskers, you prankster, with your mischievous ways, You brighten our lives, like sun's golden rays. Though you may cause chaos, we love you all th... Leer más
