It was all Josie’s mother's fault
Of that, there was no doubt
But stressed out mom’s don’t admit they were wrong
So Josie and the pussy cats had to make the evidence gone
During breakfast, Josie’s mom said she would only be gone a minute.
Suzie stopped eating and ran her spoon across her cereal bowl to see how far she could spin it
But she was a toddler and didn’t know about centrifugal force
And soon the cereal, the bowl, and the milk were far off course
It all crashed down and spread across the floor
And it began to spread to the kitchen door
Josie was about to let out a great cry
When she was stopped by her cat Loreli.
Loreli, the pack leader, meowed at the other cats
To get down and lick up all that went splat
Josie was so moved her friends were so quick to clean
She shimmied down the chair like it was a trellis and the troublesome teen
Then they began to lick up the mess
And they made great progress
They were done by the time Josie’s mom entered the room
Saw her daughter on the floor with cats and that her baby had fallen she did assume.
She blamed the chair
And she did swear
That no one would know the truth
Her baby fell from her chair as her mom hit the vermouth
But when Dad returned home he knew something amiss
His baby Josie wouldn't give him a kiss
Because after driving warm milk off the floor Josie and the pussycats made a rhyme never heard in a Shakespearean sonnet.
Josie and the pussy cats did simultaneously projectile vomit.
OMD! Josie's mother is an alki and the projectile vomiting!! You sure know how to make a wild story out of a picture!! XOX Xena and my pack
ReplyDeleteoh howly mowly... that is the best poem ever!! the last line is catching!!!
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment in that house!
ReplyDeleteOh dear! That did not end well for Josie and her cats.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. Love the ending. :)
ReplyDeleteYikes, that was quite the ending!!! Thanks for joining Angel Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDeleteJava Bean: "Ayyy, projectile vomit?! INCOMING!!!" *ducks*
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