Crazy Cat Lady
As a child she wasn't allowed to own pets
always pretending to be a kitty herself as an outlet
now on her own and retired she owned a dozen cats
preferring them over dogs thinking this is where its at,
They'd dart here and there and follow her around
some hanging from the ceiling fans about to plop down
on her hair or her shoulders while she sat on the couch
watching Animal Planet with a cheshire grin on her mouth,
Every day she'd play her most favorite song
"Whats New Pussycat?" while singing along
picking up a cat or two and dancing around
while the other cats did acrobats on the ground,
Feeling antsy she'd take them out for a walk
all piled in a baby carriage people would talk
with her cats meowing and causing quite a commotion
she'd soothe them with her baby talk and cat like motions,
Her neighbors would try their hardest not to stare
as the crazy cat lady would pass by with feline flair
always asking how she was, yet knowing what to expect
her constant reply always being, "just purrrrrrfect!"
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