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Cat Mothering
She questioned her own cat mothering when she learned that her cat was now a cat cafe.
Heavy on the Bailey's Irish cream.
Just like her men, to make the king's men and horses look bad.
They've all got egg on their face.
She made a good scramble but they caught her nonetheless.
Four yards lost on the play.
She didn't write it and it didn't play well at the funeral.
The dead one brought down the curtain.
She was in the Navy and stayed at the San Francisco YMCA.
There was no room for her in the Village People then.
