*#QuirkyThoughts#* Anonymous October 31, 2016 Poem *As I was going to St Ives,* *I met a mam with seven wives,* *Each wives had seven sacks,* *Each sack had seven cats,* *Each cat had seven kits:* *Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,* *How many were there going to St Ives?* 🐱 🐱 🐱 Share this Share on FacebookTweet on TwitterPlus on Google+