I was a-walking past the bookstore,
And what did I see?
Three black cats in the window
Were staring at me.
So I opened the brown oak door
To the light tinkling of a bell
And said “Hello there!”
To the young girl upon the floor.
She was a-reading a childrens’ book.
So I peered a bit closer,
With large green eyes
Magnified by thick, blurry lenses.
She rudely slammed the book shut,
And ran straight to the back.
“Now I’m all alone
With these hideous cats
That stare endlessly at me,”
I thought as I wandered
Into Aisle Three.
Then the unthinkable happened:
Every cat ran towards me
And with yowls, hisses and claws,
The creatures Ferociously Jumped Upon My Back.
I started with a-fright
And knocked every book in Aisle Three
Down to the black and white checkered floor.
After this, I took flight straight out the door
And never visited that cat-infested bookstore