Broken Broom (Double 87 Quatrain) She whacked her cat over the head
It was being rather mean,
It scratched and kicked her out of bed
It was time for her to clean.
On a broken broom she does fly
Her fat cat snickers and laughs,
Be careful, she'll spit in your eye
'Cause she's feeling rather daft.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.31/2007
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