Nasty Vicious Queen of Cats
As the mighty vicious nasty queen she had lots of cattitude.
In case you have never had a haughty cat, it is a prissy attitude.
She ruled the throne room in a voice that was distinctive and mean.
This is what her terrified subjects expected from this awful mean queen.
“Off with their heads!” she would yell, and she did not mean just mice.
She was abrupt and rude, and never rethought a decision more than twice.
She is horrible, awful, terrible, her ladies in waiting sometimes said.
Of course by the next morning, none of these cats retained their head.
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