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Four legged Romeo

My three daughters and I

Spot, Blue and sweet Timex,

live within the walls

of this Verona like apartment,

Missy, the Black Lab who played nursemaid

to these three I believe, aided and abetted

sweet Timex's foray.

I, a Capulet, truly love my daughters

but easily fly into rages,

wishing a fair and providing man for them,

not the hell of the Montague clan,

namely bighead. Bighead roams the streets the alleys the back woods

no earnings or propriety,

no means to his unmatted fur,

his wild houls in the night, testament.

The nurse then, on a late night, asked to go out.

I tired, got complacent and out timex flied!

She returned a week later,

not the young kitten, playful,

but a Cat, with hunger in her eyes.

Spot and Blue, still are eager to discover the outsides,

Probably filled in on all that is there,

by Timex. And she no longer plays.

She even meows different now,

seems to meow

O Bighead, wherefore art thou Bighead!

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