A cawtionary tale
The Raven king
Called to tea
Arrived without a gift
Blaming it on
the economy
he claimed to be short shrift
The coffers low
he cawed in woe
Explaining away his faux pas
Yet his diadem
Not last years
our hostess plainly saw
Oh well what to do
Is it one lump or two
And you really must try the cake
Despite the manners
So sadly lacking
He was such a stylish rake
An ornament
to any event
You had to allow him that
It was only this and nothing less
That
Kept her from calling the cat
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2024
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