Seven Cats and Aunt Maude
seven cats tell my auntie Maude what to do.
she does it too, she does it too.
she dances with them until her knees are blue.
they laugh at her, they truly do!
seven cats are in charge of my auntie now.
she has a barn, she has a cow.
they like being out there getting fresh milk.
they have torn up all her flowers that were made of silk.
her life is those cats! a relative will grouse.
yes, but she has no snakes, she has no mouse!
plus she is happy every day, every single day
how many eighty year olds can live this way?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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