Nine Takes the Rhyme!

Nine, dear nine, you are so fine

For you I'd wait in a never-ending line

Nine lives for a cat

Nine meals and you'll be fat

Just tell me you'll always be mine


Eight is all right

And ten may have might

But you can always count on nine to win the fight

A six on its back

Three times three--it's a fact!

Nine will be there and never shall it lack


Nine, nine, oh, my nine!

On rubber I'd dine

To see just your "O"

With a bottom reaching so low

Oh, my dear, just say you'll be mine!


The End

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