Here's another one of the young who entered and exited!
NAUGHTY NICOLE
Naughty Nicole, in swirling skirt, swept into
the room,
Only to find Selma playing cat-and-mouse with
a broom,
She deemed her Italian, rechristened the feline
Pupulini,
So that she could rhyme with cannelloni and tortellini!
She proceeded to toss Pupulini in the cold
winter air
With distracted disdain and a certain kind of
flair,
All the cat-lovers were horrified with
wide-eyed shock,
Rolled up their sleeves, prepared to knock
off her block!
They wondered and analysed this weird
juggling act,
Was she sane? She’s losing some, yes, that’s
a fact,
Imagine the worst if she tossed her man in
the air,
The poor soul would be up-ended to his
eternal despair!
All in all, she was one energetic, vibrant,
bubbly lass,
Who never failed to religiously attend Sunday
Mass,
That’s what she told her mother with a heave
and sighs,
What would life be if not for a few little
white lies!
Comprehension dawning, the multitude wept
copious tears,
She could do no more, say no more nor allay
their fears
It was no lie, though, when she said she had
to leave,
They saluted, cheered and in her wake, lay
down to grieve.
Antonio
Good one! Have I met Naughty Nicole in a different avatar?
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