Dear old Rose,
Had OCD.
So she collected soup cans,
Three by three.
Each day she added,
Even three more.
Til she had bought out all,
From the grocery store.
The neighborhood asked,
"Why always three?"
"Because," Rose said,
"I'm OCD."
Then one day,
A storm hit the town.
It took out the store,
And the food all around.
So the people all gathered,
Around Rose's house.
To ask for some soup,
For them and their spouse.
Rose found herself smiling,
And filled with glee,
"Sure thing," she said,
"I have them three by three."
The town all cheered,
And gave Rose a city key.
In response, Rose said,
"It's a good thing for OCD."
