I am not ridiculously poor or rich
I am a trained Toastmaster
I am neither a saint nor a bitch
But my tongue and brains run faster
My husband just asked me
Faster than who, faster than what?
How many brains do you have?
The unsconscious doesn't matter a jot
Some people do not understand
Basic things you ought to to know
Although it's good to be thrifty
A little knowledge of statistics
Tells you numbers have no memory
And dice might fall heads or tails
Each time that you throw
Ignoring tears and prayers and wails
When there are cats running about
There are lucky and unlucky mice
Running faster is better
Left, or right? Just run's the best advice
However, on the other hand
Some studies have shown
That movement attracts cats to prey
Hear alarms? Keep quiet, still, alone
Some maladies attack all
Without making selection
And will not reward you
For taking protection
We humans all must die some day
So have some fun along the way
You cannot turn your fate away
But choose good things for your stone to say
Dear grandchildren, I drank coffee
But only in the morning
I gave up eating toffee
I got up when day was dawning
I gave you lots of laughter
Before I waved goodbye
I did give you some small warning
That one day I might die
But please grin and be joyful
At the smart things I would say
Let my good name make you smile
On each mixed, misty and sunny day.
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