Calico colored,
with a high-arched back,
you're the cat's meow.
Stalking, you're on the prowl . . .
for pur . r . r . fection.

Wonderously dance,
while spinning thick yarn,
all paws . . . in applause.
You've haven't sought a pause--
seeking pur . r . r . fection.

Your fur's a fine coat,
licking it, you gloat
softly . . . then cuddle.
Don't squat, you puddle
in sheer pur . r . r . fection.

Meow, me . . e . . ow!

You move with a sway,
with eyes a twinkle.
What words your tail tales
up and waving, such revels--
prancing pur . r . r . fection.

With nails filed, trimmed,
you still frighten, hiss.
Your sensuous moves groove--
it's you I behoove.
You are pur . r . r . fection.

Silky you rub
against my body
softly comforting me.
You are perfectly
purity, pur . r . r . fection.

You're the cat's meow,
me . . e . . ow,
me . . e . . ow!


1st review: Cute poem. Well written, I enjoyed it.

tony:)