Well, when I was a little girl we had 17 cats once. They all lived outside, and they kept having more kittens. My mom made us put little ribbons around each kittens neck, put them in a wagon, and go door-to-door around the neighborhood to try to give them away. – Cheryl Hines
Bad, quirky poetry might be better than some of the good stuff, because it really comes from the heart. – Cheryl Hines