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a quizzical posit...mystery unsolved.....
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are you
the cat
that
ate
the heart.....
had you
been fed so sparsely....
never
given gingerbread
and
less than often, parsley....
were you
the one who
gulped it down....
took it
from the table, brown....six-legged.....
were your whiskers....(seldom egged) ,
licked.....
whilst
cook
wore
worried frown.......
she
shuddered,
that
it might be
found
you'd eaten,
quickly....
with no sound,
that
precious organ
she'd held...
bound
for interment
in
sacred ground.....
'tis said
she had
a timely thought....
pig's innards,
recently'd
been bought
for
supper....
and
from
those
she sought
to replace
that
which
you
had got.....
she did it...! ? !
was
no-one the wiser....
had she
been
quite
the enterpriser...
to
think so fast,
light on her feet....
like you....
the cat
who'd had
a treat.....
your
belly
full
of
juicy
meat.....
at least
you
didn't
leave
a mess......
oh, was it you....sweet, striped Tess...? ? ?
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Alison Cassidy (5/14/2008 8:59:00 PM)
What a fascinating tale of thievery and guile, of sacrifice and resourcefulness. And so charmingly delivered in the most poetical, musical, popsicle way. Dear Tess - I'll bet it was her. purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr and love, Alley Catte ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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