THE CAT
For Jean
| I glide along with a royal grace I strike fear in the mouse and rat I embody everything regal But humans just call me a cat My poise and glamour is obvious But of ego their isn't a trace For my breed has pushed its pride aside To adopt the human race The other animal living here Has the intelligence of a log But I guess that's all you could really expect The poor thing's only a dog It doesn't have my refinement That's so very plain to see And it lacks in every imaginable way The perfection that is me The way that dog gulps down its meals It borders upon the obscene But when I dine, its with reserve And the dignity of a queen When the dog wants a treat from our mistress The poor mutt sits up and begs But I can get almost anything By purring and brushing her legs If the day is getting boring I never fall into a rut I simply knock over a vase or two And laugh when its blamed on the mutt If I want an extra serving of milk I've a trick that will not fail I quickly finish the milk I have Then claw at the stupid dog's tail The dog gives out with a yelp and a snarl Then chases me through the house I pretend that I have to be rescued By the husband and his spouse My mistress tries to console me With a voice that is soft as silk She thinks that my nerves must be shattered So I get a warm saucer of milk I have a dashing new boyfriend But the humans just call him 'Tom' That's a horrible name to give a cat I wonder where that came from? Each time I hear him called that name I meow my angry rebuke He deserves a title that oozes class So I've named him Marmaduke His singing is pure and melodic With a range unconstrained and sweet And he serenades me every night With a solo that can't be beat Though his voice would thrill any royal court And enchant the queens and kings My neighbours sometimes abuse him But, jealousy does strange things I've a new toy mouse to play with And I hope that this one will last I don't bother chasing the real ones The buggers can run too fast In this home its so very obvious That I play the leading role And the dog often shows his resentment By wetting my scratching pole My humans feed and protect me I have all that a happy cat craves The way that they tend to my slightest wish I suppose you could call them my slaves But, I guess its only natural For even my humans can see The boring old world they would live in Without the wonder of me K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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