Cat and Mouse
I am inviting you to imbibe with me with a little drink said the cat.
The tiny mini mouse was surprised, for he had heard the cat was a rat.
What would we have to drink? He asked, a bit leery of this.
We’ll have some white Zin, it’s wonderful, said Cat Miss.
The tiny mouse sat on a toadstool and took a few sips.
The cat was all chatty and moved back and forth her cat hips.
You are so nervous! She said. Why can’t you relax like a bee?
Or a butterfly? Asked the pink monarch, whose name was Lee.
The mouse did not put his guard down, he was nervous as heck.
Cat Miss said, “I can get you some white Zen, bottled up in a peck.”
The mouse could not calm down, his home was quite a trek.
Unfortunately, he drank too much and ended up in a wreck.
Moral of the story is do not worry about what might not be
And if you go out drinking, stick to sassafras tea
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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