hairdresser, charity, was in the salon all day working hard and the chiropodist was around too. still raining, so no coffee on the patio today.
upon arrival this morning, I was handed a sheet of paper with a poem written on it entitled - The Cats of Mount Ephraim- created yesterday apparently during poetry club with Annette and Mary; my job was to type it up and after a couple of false starts (! )here it is...
The Cats of Mount Ephraim
Oh! what a lovely life they
lead,
twenty-four-seven, they sleep
and feed.
The morning, they spend in a
comfy chair,
if the weather is sunny, they
take the fresh air.
Loved by the residents and all
of the staff,
de-flea’d and de-wormed, but
not up for a bath!
If no-one is watching, they
sneak into lunch,
any food on the floor, they
will eagerly munch.
Ellie and Bess, Mount Ephraim,
they rule,
life without them would not be so cool.
We will stroke them and fuss
them both, every day,
for at Mount Ephraim, The Cats, they forever must stay!
Poem by:
Patty, Marie, Phyl, Mary
P and Mary D
Love the poem!
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