Madame Catherine Fancy Cat
Madame Catherine with her bouffant so big and mighty
She wears her blue silk frock and pantaloons with attitude all righty
We see her in the garden, putting on airs, for she is the queen.
If you do not believe me, look at the butterflies give her their sheen.
Madame Catherine is too prim and proper to use a litter box, no slumming.
We have to carry her to her boudoir where she uses indoor plumbing.
We think she is amazing, our darling cat, who puts on airs each and every day.
As she wanders around the garden, we marvel at her bustle that doth sway.
She is an amazing creature, ready to date, but wait, she will not be easy to win.
For she has confidence galore and her attitude is as high and mighty as all sin.
Madame Catherine, do you mind if we call you Madame Cat, if we know you well?
Not at all, she purrs delightfully. Off with their heads; I will send them all to hell.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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