The Manx

The  Manx is a fellow who’s ever so strange.

Other cats stare, feel he may be deranged.

He stands so aloof, from his head to his tail,

Or he would if he had one, but that’s another tail (tale).

How does he manage they wonder,

Without e’er a tail to swish.

How can he go into the yonder,

Or even bend down to his dish.

It’s balance they’re thinking,

Or not, it seems plain.

The Manx he says winking,

“I’m perfectly sane.

For balance is inner,

Not just from the tail.

We all must adapt

As life’s seas we sail.

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