The Cat is Fired
She had one job, just one job.
No bugs in the house, ditto with mouse.
But there it goes across the floor,
eight legs scrambling towards the door.
The cat is snoring, obviously tired.
She had one job, so now she's fired.
Damn spider is hiding, who knows where.
Cat is sleeping, she don't care.
Spiders I hate with a passion.
Maybe her cat food I should ration.
Stupid spider, stupid cat.
I wonder if it went under the mat.
There 'll be no sleep tonight with it running free.
Good thing there's lots to watch on T.V.
She had one job, only the one,
now I'm warning that spider I've got a gun.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2016