A Precarious Clowder
Lily thought she was queen of the cattery
because she believed in oleaginous flattery.
She was very excitable and rather jittery
as she was fearful of assault and battery.
There were many toms ready to pounce
on any female who was seen to flounce
but she was resolute and did announce
that any hanky-panky she would denounce.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
© ionicus 2023
I think I know this cat. Your poem reminds me of her. Ingenious rhyming, Luigi.
Nice hearing from you, Gerald. Trying to inject a bit of light humour in the hope of lightening up the atmosphere on this site which still seems to be in a catatonic state.
I very much appreciate your kind comment and thank you.
Kind regards, Luigi
I love a rhyme that makes me smile and this one did exactly that, and strangely my daughter has just bought a new kitten, a male though so he will be the one after some assault and battery 😉 Well for a short time anyway. Fun poem much enjoyed. sue. X
Hi Sue, pleased this doggerel (should this be a cat-terel?) made you smile.
I too had a cat that I thought was female but was later revealed to be a tom after a visit to a vet. He might not have chased the opposite sex but he was a social animal and would join a group of friendly felines.
Very engaging rhyming. Flawless. Much enjoyed the humour. In fact this is one thing I keep visiting your page.
Very kind of you, Supratik. It is good to read and converse with fellow authors.
Best wishes, Luigi