Pork and Beans
Pork and Beans
Blog Article
In a little old house by the willow tree,
Lived two funny cats as different as can be.
One was orange, round, and full of schemes—
A mischief-maker named Beans.
The other was sleek, like a shadow at night,
With eyes that gleamed in the soft moonlight.
Silent and sly, with a dignified walk,
This midnight hunter was named Pork.
Beans would pounce on ribbons and chase his tail,
Knocking down books without a care or a fail.
While Pork just watched with a judging stare,
Licking his paw like a cat millionaire.
At dinner, Beans would gobble with glee,
Munching and crunching as messy as can be.
While Pork took bites with elegant grace,
Wiping his whiskers, not a crumb out of place.
Yet every night, when the world was still,
They curled up together on the windowsill.
The orange and black, a perfect pair,
A dish of chaos, a dash of flair.
So if you hear a thump in the dead of night,
Or see two tails vanish from sight,
Know that Pork and Beans are up to their schemes,
Living their best little cat-life dreams.