Steampunk Christmas Cat
Steampunk Christmas cat jingled her gears in her helmet hat
Her brass and copper gleamed in her Jules Verne steampunk flat
The mice loved this, for they heard her coming and running
It gave them time to lie under their beds, pretending to be sunning
She never caught them after the day she became a steampunk addict
The best day ever said the mice, wandering from barren basement to attic
Too bad you don’t have a Steampunk cat they told their neighbor, Belief
He was always barely escaping from his evil mean tom cat named Grief.
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