Dear Stella
Unbeknownst to you, I watched you from my perch. I always hated the way your green eyes slithered all over my checkerboard feathers. The way you licked your paws and acted like you were Queen of the house. You played with our emotions and toyed with us, hissing like a wild cat ready to devour.
at a moments notice
you pawed us like mice
that wasn't very nice!
You were Robert's favorite pet, and when he summoned you nothing could deter. He fed you British Banquet and he groomed you like Queen Alice . You meowled and wrapped yourself around him, and all the while you were getting ready for the kill.
Cheesesteak was my name
feasting was your game
that was pretty lame
Stella, Stella go to Hell-a, you could have eaten mortadella. But no !!!
You had to devour poor Charlie, Elizabeth, Macaroni and Sizzle Bacon.
Never mind that you strutted around like a King on a throne,
you repeatedly made me feel small, and insignificant.
empty cage what a shame
Robert just bought a Great Dane
he'll drive you insane!
My name was cheesesteak and he purchased me at Mickaboo.
Thanks to you now I'm dead, so as I wave to you from heaven
here is what I have to say,
" Too doo loo
Yoo Hoo
Poo Poo On You!"
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