Slick
"I don't want a cat", I told Slick,
But her usual style was to trick.
So I went to the door,
Finding outside one more,
Being denied which cat to pick.
This poem is dedicated to my former sister-in-law.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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