Cleopatras Aggressive Cat
Cleopatra’s aggressive cat made her look mild.
Conniving and planning disaster while he smiled.
Poisoning that queen, that prince and that king.
I think we should do every diabolical thing.
We never knew his name, but he had our number.
He walked with a cat prance that had a teensy lumber.
His paws were enormous, teeth wickedly pointed and white.
If you were not fearful of that cat, then you were not bright.
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