by Ron (Elvis) Lipowski
Monday, November 10, 2003
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Her name is CleoCatra,
she is the queen of the house.
Here duties aren`t many,
except to keep away the dreaded mouse.
She eats like a royal feline,
at least 3 times a day.
She spends most of her time,
looking for a game to play.
She has the cutest smile,
and the softest fur.
Pick her up and hold her,
and she`ll reward you with her purrrr.
There have been many queens,
Elizabeth, Anne and Cleopatra.
But none can compare,
to my precious CleoCatra.
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|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|This would make a neat folk song for someone to sing about your "Cleo" on the Animal Planet channel.
Very lyrical Ron,
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|*purring contentedly at this sweet write* loved it; thank you for sharing! (((HUGS))) and much love, your cat lovin' texas friend, karen lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Very nice poem, Sir! Your CleoCatra sounds like a royal sweetheart.|
|Reviewed by A PAX
I totally love this!!!
i appreciate poets that take to rhyme...I consider it a double treat!!!
excellent...its got me smiling!