Cat Eyed Glasses Girl Squad
Whatever you do, stay away from those three!
As a new girl, this was often said my many to me.
But they look rather sharp I argued, looking their way.
They wore cat eyed glasses, and seemed merry and gay.
They are a girl squad and it is closed I was told.
Warnings got dire, dark, dank, mean, kind of old.
I approached the cat-eyed squad and asked to join.
Sure! They agreed. We’ll pick your name, and they tossed a coin.
I became Sassy, a cat with attitude galore.
I loved being their comrade, who could want more?
As for the naysayers, I never played with them.
I was happy with my gang, full of happiness and vim.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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