Mama Mia Figures It Out
Mama Mia had many kittens, too many to count.
She was a loosey goosey, and met Toms at the fount.
They kept her busy, impregnated, happy and fat.
She was a good mama too, a nurturing cat.
The landlord was askance when he saw her litters.
No more kittens, he cautioned, for they gave him the jitters.
But, Mama began, for she knew she was round for a reason.
Luckily he did not guess she was preggers out of season.
What are we to do? Tom Number Nine asked his mate.
Let me think, she cautioned him. But he was in a fine state.
He took off down the alley, like numbers one through eight.
She had not rated him high anyway, so did not mind her fate.
When the next batch of kittens was born, she hid them quite well.
Her landlord gave her surprise visits, and she always said “Hell!”
She sneaked this litter in and out, walking up the wall like a spider.
It was not always easy, but she did not want him to fine or chide her.
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