Poem composed on September 23, 2008
And so they slid into spinsterhood
Accompanied by swinging moods
Delivered by menopause
And wrinkles time had caused
There were five of them
Old crumpled pathetic hags
Who never cease to nag
With screechy voice caused by phlegm
They live next to each other
Each with nine cats
All of them as black as bats
Yet the neighbors can’t be bothered
To the neighbors they don’t exist
They never came out in daylight
They were all feline narcissist
Amusing themselves in the coldness of night
Like the cats they keep
Alone in bed they sleep
Aloof, antisocial and self-reliant
Always annoyed and in self-denial
Approaching thirty with no sign of nuptial bliss, I have just received an invitation to join my other 4 best friends into the bandwagon of spinsterhood, they title it; ‘The Spinsters and The Cats’. Apparently, my best friends have been planning on establishing a retirement community. It is a joke really, but I promised one of them to write a poem as a toast to the proposal. Thus so the above is the exaggerated elaboration.
The five of us are; Shan, Fritti Tailchaser, Liverella, Moo-moo, and Olafia (Reminiscing the good old Catholic Junior College days – hold on, since almost all of us came from Catholic single-gender school, that might just explain our current state which, can be summarized in one word; Deprived)
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