Mrs. Ritz spits out bits of olive pits
\nfrom the knitted chair in which she always sits.
\nHer entire house is filled with strange mementos.
\nShe freely admits addiction to pimentos.
\nShe’s surrounded by her cats, a baker’s dozen,
\nevery one related, uncle, aunt or cousin.
\nAlso in the mix are her two feisty parrots,
\nwho will dance and sing if tempted by raw carrots.
\nThey prefer old gospel songs or Broadway tunes.
\nOne sings like Hank Williams while the other croons.
\nNeighbors who drop by to see her day to day
\nsay it all seems like an Ionesco play.
\nCats run up the curtains, chase around and fight,
\nwhile the birds duet on Hank’s "I Saw The Light."<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"