If you stop by Penelope's, take tons of tissues
or sneeze if you please (with your allergy issues),
otherwise you'd be wise to beg an excuse
her kitties get skittish with every KERCHOOO!

Read carefully the tiny plaque under her arbor:
Penelope's Preposterous Pussycat Parlor.
You may like cats— and you do, so it seems,
but Penelope likes them to the extreme.

Whenever you visit— Whatever the day—
you have to push pussycats out of the way.
Imagine this, Little-Love, if you are able:
She'll only eat cookies with cats on the table!

I know... It's dippy! Noodle-scratching! Deranged!
I've perceived it perpetually, and it's plain
that she sees socializing as simply sublime
only when cat hairs, chocolate, and chatting combine—

And her naughty kitties do oodles of no-no's;
they lick Oreos, and they lap from her cocoa!
So should she serve cocoa, consider that fact,
and cradle your cocoa cup far from the cats.

Other than that, Love, I'm sure you'll be fine.
Remember those tissues, and have a good time!