Marie Antoine Cat
Marie Antoine Cat is too refined for my taste.
The bachelor Tom said with disdain and haste.
I thought this was too bad, for it was kind of a waste.
Would have made a fine litter, both city-paced.
That tom is sneaky another feline cat said.
He probably has romantic thought in his handsome head.
He tries to pretend he’s not interested, but he’s not dead.
She is a gorgeous kitty, fluffy and very well-bred.
I had no idea what Tom’s intentions were, true.
But if he wanted good blood, Marie Antoine’s was quite blue.
I decided to step out of it, for I had not a clue
What either was thinking or feeling or what they might do.
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