catty seductress
wizard of feline wiles
~ whisker trickster
You know how a cat is? The way it awakes,
how its eyes open, for a moment
not seeing anything,
how it blinks slowly
eyelids washing a mind
of anything but satisfaction.
Legs stiffen, stretching out,
paws opening and closing
as it arches its back.
Lithe sinews ripple under a velvet pelt,
its whole body a rubber band of pleasure.
I used to wake like that - almost.
This sleek, self-absorbed feline
who owes me at least
some cursory acknowledgment,
just slinks away without a glance
as I struggle to disentangle
my creaking form from jumbled bed covers.
It has prowled through the cat flap
probably stalking garden sparrows by now.
I make coffee
once more vowing to get myself a dog -
an old one.
A shallow thinker of little integrity
A sycophant stinker and less empathy
A wanting to return to a golden age
which never existed,
with ludicrous rants that serve to enrage
Catty remarks weird and twisted...
Selflessly she married into a family,
it only makes her more inspiring
She won't hear the sounds of pitter patter,
Kamala, her husband and stepchildren matter!
Catty is my genius cat
Who stopped chasing naughty rat
She prefers reading good books
Down at her favorite nooks.
She always wears eye glasses
To read more stories, not less
Sitting calmly in her poise
In a place far from noise.
Sometimes she crosses her legs
Don’t disturb her, I do beg
If you want to read with her
Stay and slump at one corner.
While reading, she drinks coffee
But she prefers hot green tea
So conscious of her diet
I’ll just smile and keep quiet.
Catty imitates grandma
Her ways are felines’ saga
Doing great jobs not to impress
But for wisdom and success.
Passive Cat
poor cat -
door mat
Survivalist Cat
Fought rat;
got fat
Cat Fashionista
Blond cat
donned hat
Bad Kitty
Cat Spat.
Scat, Brat!
Too Bad for Too Slow Kitty
Pat sat.
Cat flat!
June 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
She calls herself Katherine,
She thinks she's high and mighty.
We girls know better,
She is vain and flighty.
Prudence is careful
And a little mean
She is never playful
To her, it is obscene
Prudence is very serious
And finds it hard to take a joke
Katherine doesn't like her
And says she will find it hard to find a bloke
Ginger piped in and said, "I love to dance,"
A rueful Prudence remarked, "dancing,
It puts me into a trance."
Maggie entered looking very swish,
She held a plate that was full of fish.
Maggie was a kind girl, easily pleased,
Who vivacious Ginger often teased.
Pooh! " What's that horrid smell that is offending my nose?
It's Maggie with that smelly fish for our lunch, I suppose.
The girls lazed around chatting,
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Maggie made her exit with a swish of her tail!
This is what we should say.
"God bless Negative Normans today,
Bless them on their way."
Far better than catty cliches!
If poems on farting are distasteful... why have a listing called wind?
(Just asking for a friend )
12/05/21
Bottle shops are grottos,
I, too, could go blotto,
But that is so not me,
Your catty comments are for free,
I remain, always chirpy!
In the Catholic Schools of the West
All students are put to a test
Their head must go South
With an open mouth
To measure who comes off the best
A priest is never too fickle
An Adam's Apple to tickle
No need to repent
Its all Heaven-sent
The meek love sucking a pickle
Virile men should become a priest
So many are needed back East
Beneath every frock
Likes a ticking clock
Hungry mouths in need of a feast
The Bible predicts that a beast
Will plunder the Great and the Least
So you can do more
To even the score
When you serve this world as a priest!
There was no choice,
but to acquiesce to the rendezvous.
Even though my situation
was precarious.
Your nonchalant gallivanting
had exposed me to bad company.
So far, with diplomatic finesse,
I had avoided any problems.
Hello! I no longer share
your ecstasy with,
what the cat brought in.
So let's meet and chat,
but please, I beg, leave
your dross blow-in pick-ups
at the door.
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3 May 2018
For the 8 difficult words contest,
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
=> ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse, precarious,
gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
Strike pose
Fake nose
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1 November 2017
Inspired by - but not entered in - the "One Footle Only" contest, sponsored by Judy Konos.
I sure wish that I had a tail.
High-boned cheeks and wide eyes would pale
if I'd a wagger.
You may think me awfully vain.
Forgive me, but I'm just sayin'
looks seem to matter.
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My name is Nancy Jones
The name of the contest is Tail-Rhyme Contest