Persnickety Peg
Persnickety Peg invited me to the spa
We were going to be Zen, with a relaxing ha ha
We sat in the sun, soaking up rays off the snow
She wore her sunglasses, and her face was aglow.
She barely remembered I was there with her at all.
Our masseuse was a tom who was at least half a foot tall.
She giggled and purred and stretched under his paws.
I was getting no attention, so got out my mean claws.
Persnickety Peg was all about herself, boastful of course.
I was irritated that she was her usual arrogant self in full force.
She was boastful and proud, lollygagging there in the sun.
I suddenly remembered she has never been fun.
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