Pussycat Perfect Poem by Denis Martindale

Utterly feline first of all,
With all that this entails,
As if one merely had to call,
As if that never fails...
Companionship came at a price
This heart was urged to pay,
Not willing for the sacrifice,
I had to bid good-day...

So off she went to seek fresh meat,
Like candy on a stick,
Pussycat perfect, looking sweet,
She simply took her pick...
I sighed to think I played the pawn,
As if she were my queen,
But then there came the light of dawn,
The brightest light I've seen...

Of course, I've met her kind before,
The sort that's up for fun,
Yet how could I this truth ignore?
Gold-diggers every one...
They seek the house before the home,
They seek the car as well.
While they've sweet lips like honeycomb,
These hide the fangs of Hell...

Pussycat perfect stole my heart,
With pursed lips and a purr...
I think I'd rather live apart,
Than trust the likes of her...
Yet my heart's healed a hundred times,
Perhaps no more again,
Because I've seen such cats have crimes
They hide their best from men...

Both young and old are merely prey,
Perchance to feed upon,
Till all their purchases would pay
Gold-diggers till they're gone...
Purloined by stealth and flattery,
They persevere with spite...
Pernicious pets aren't meant to be
The ones to kiss good-night...


Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.