The Queen of Clean
Four little dirty kittens came to the house of the queen
The queen of nothing except prissiness and being clean.
My mother acted like they were dirty little scrawny rats
She held them by their scruffs as if they were China bats.
We followed the queen into the bathroom with a tub.
She proceeded to plunk them in without a bit of grub.
Should we not have fed them first? My brother said.
She gave him a look that made him wish he was dead.
The mewing was loud as she scrubbed them down and hard.
Sorry, I apologized, as they were rubbed with a weird lard.
Now we will feed the little mousers, my mother said, and she frowned.
Not the kind of woman to keep rodents, skeletons or cats around.
We found them homes in an amazingly crazy short time.
She had put them on the internet, and they did truly look fine.
I was sorry to see them go but I was told by cat name of Jelly Bean,
They were tremendously relieved to get away from this queen of clean.
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