Sugar and Tea

I’ve worn a baby’s belly now
For months, a growing house.
While first a brush or feather down,
The tenant’s now full moved round.

Home too small, he quivers now
A padding, chattering cat
If I had a miser’s heart
I’d surely raise his rent

Eviction soon, he’s grown too fond
Of sugar and caffeine.
Too sweet, I fear, with too much zest
This house will kick him out.

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