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Annus Mirabilis
My wife insists the cat weighs pregnant, “Snowball sways when she glides, And she’s got a certain glow to her whiskers” Not possible though, as the doors Are shut tight, and she hasn’t been out In donkey’s years. Old Green Eyes Might stare a trifle much, but he’s fixed Without much stuffing left inside. Bishop, Our neighbor’s cur, begrudgingly Admits that things of this nature Have happened before. But those Occurred twenty or twenty five millennia Ago. And he figures Snowball hasn’t a chance in hell of beating odds that high.
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Fooling Snowball with Canine Thunder
Rough, Rough, Rough, Barked the dogs to spare the cat My intention of being by myself.
Snowball fled up the stairs To hide in her parents’ bedroom Worried what those chompers might do.
Bark, snap, whine, A second time to clear the room, For a minute then two.
Snowball was unimpressed To the ever-pressing question, Is it live or Memorex? She knew.
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