My Mom's Poems
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SON of SATAN
Dedicated to Satan, our black cat.
We call him "Son of Satan"
And he really lives up to his name.
For the poor dog next door, he sits waiting
And pouncing on dog is his game.
He has acres and acres of fields to dig,
But without a 'Please' or a 'pardon',
Where does he like to dig the most?
Where else but my vegetable garden.
And when putting a bedspread on the bed,
Though it only takes a minute,
You never can beat that gosh darn cat,
By the time the spread settles, he's in it.
And after carefully putting down paper
To catch paint drips that fall from the wall,
You can bet good old Satan is laying there waiting
His chance to march right through them all.
But, somehow we can't help but love him;
He can purr his way into your heart,
For this beautiful scheming demon
Is devilishly, devilishly smart.
(Hannah 1994) ©
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