Justin Reamer

Freshman - 967 Points (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Ailurophilia - Poem by Justin Reamer

I knew an old woman,
Who had a liking for cats,
She let them crawl all over,
And eat from her vats.
She had them over for dinner,
And fed them her food,
And they accepted her invite,
When they were in the mood.

She had the time of her life,
With them day in and day out,
They sometimes threw parties,
With felines who loved to shout.
The old lady was friendly,
As friendly as could be,
But one day, she became lonely,
And could no longer see.

She began to deteriorate,
And her cats along with her,
For her health was going,
And she began to wither.
Soon, Death came to her door,
With a loud band and a knock,
And the woman, surprised,
Jumped with a shock.

Death opened the door
To greet her quite kindly,
And she noticed him,
And waved at him blindly.
Death took her on her feet,
And she began to dance,
For the first time,
She felt great to prance.

Death took her away,
And she disappeared,
And no one noticed,
As the cats reappeared.
The cats soon went,
And nothing was left,
But everyone assumed,
It was quite a theft.

Thus, the house is empty,
Cleaned out of disease and ailment,
But the cat lady lives on,
In the absence of death and derailment.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014

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