Madame Mee Tu
The cat with whom I share a house.
An autocratic Siamese
would never deign to kill a mouse.
My dear they harbour such disease
She likes her chicken lightly poached
a lemon sole's acceptable.
She does not like to be approached
she finds it reprehensible
When she wants fussed she comes to me
demands I stroke her as of right
but still she purrs in sheer delight.
As I soft scratch beneath her chin
she purrs like a well tuned engine
My Siamese conceals a grin.
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