Cats Kids they're all the same Keep them in a small closet So they don't mess up the place Six and seven They're only children Freckled faces Intact innocence crystal blue eyes and a trusting nature Cancoon, here we come For a week of fun and sun A gallon of milk And a box of Cocoa Puffs That will be enough No point In spoiling the spawn We never wanted.
Reason for writing:
true story
Birth sign: Gemini
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