A poem about a dead cat and a passage about Paula

A poem:

I think I saw a wobbly cat

I almost looked like a lovely hat

It went around and jumped on the stairs

However, the horrible truth is that no one cares

 It was suddenly in danger but nobody came

The cat actually thought it was somewhat lame

It fell in high speed down the stairs

It is now dead and no one really cares 

A passage:

“Paula took off  from home and rushed to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, she went on, and cruised it to the city centre. She jumped off the bus, and strolled to McDonald’s. She entered McDonald’s, stood  in line, and received her food. After getting her food, she squeezed down at a table, and swallowed her food. She paused, however, when she observed that a hair was resting in her bag of French fries.”