Too Normal to Be a Democrat

 

I've got a big old family clunker,

A wife, three kids, and a cat.

I guess you'd call me normal,

Too normal to be a Democrat.

 

The girls like frilly dresses;

The boy, like me's, a gym rat.

Looks like he's turning out normal.

Too normal to be a Democrat.

 

They think I'm head of the household.

My wife's just fine with that.

She thinks she's perfectly normal,

Too normal to be a Democrat.

 

But my old cat's not buying in.

With him, it seems, I never win.

When I want him out, he wants in.

When he should be in at night, he's out.

Tomcatting is all that he's about.

He just takes the food that I hand out.

 

Don't know what you think of that.

Do you think he sounds like a Democrat?

No, he's too normal, just normal for a cat.
He's too normal to be a Democrat;
Too normal to be a Democrat.

 

David Martin

 

 

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