Best Priss Poems

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
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Priss As A Peacock

Priss as a peacock
proud as I am,
I prance ore the garden
waving my fan.

Proud Senorita
crown all in tact,
waddles and wades
train trailing back.

Glorious gait 
eyes all a glow,
regal and royal
she puts on a show.

Till one small flaw
Her neck stretched up high,
She screeches an opera
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Was she gray or pink? The toms could not really say.
But they watched her swish, and fully sashay.
She had an attitude that said I’m a fine cat.
They fought over her attention at her welcome mat.

The toms were totally gaga and utterly smitten 
With Miss Priss,...

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