Where Do I Eat
Where do I eat? The groom asked his bride.
kitchen table was full of a large cat, Mr. Jeckell ak Hyde
Fat cat gave the honeymooner a sneer and a gentle hiss
The bride rolled her eyes and blew her husband a big kiss
He tried to give her a cuddle, but the cat meowed to beat the band
Now the groom was wondering if he should have given her his hand
She was the ultimate cat mama, and deferred to Hyde every single time
This cat sat in the middle of each meal glaring that “she is mine”.
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