Kitty Kitty
Julie, a shot in the dark. . .
Here, Kitty Kitty
After a line by Ginevra de'Benci
With smiles, you called me your sweet Kitty
and hoped that it would make me purr.
You swore you had a rhyming cure;
proven soothing care, not pity.
It’s true that I was feeling chilly.
But your persistence seemed a spur
to rouse my fight response, to lure
me even closer and to bed me.
Forgive me, Tony, that it was rainy,
frosty weather! Under it,
ice flakes on my hair, eyes runny,
I growled and threw a hissy fit:
I’m a tiger, not a house cat,
so sack the formal poetry scat!
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Ralph
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