Theresa
I once dated a girl, she had nine cats
Originally five, but she babysat
One for a friend, who then disappeared
She was left with the cat, three kittens appeared
I only stayed once, it was more than enough
Small flats with nine cats, are really quite tough
But it wasn't the cats, that ended our thing
It was, catty remarks, and catty mood swings
She always wore black, face painted white
Crimped hair with a fringe, a beautiful sight
She lived by the convent, up on Royston Hill
I once followed a nun, thinking she was my girl
I was the first goth, she'd proudly declare
She might have been right, but I didn't care
Wood witch and magic, were all I could see
All of that goth stuff, meant nothing to me
But I do thank Theresa, she opened my eyes
She brought along with her, a little fungi
That was just what I needed, at just the right time
And we parted as friends, so it all ended fine
And I did take a kitten, how could I not
Even for Theresa, nine cats were a lot
A little fat black one, cute with white paws
Called him Elric, sword of the North...
edit on 9-11-2023 by midicon because: (no reason given)