The Aristocrat 
 
He strides into the living room
And strikes a regal pose.
His linage is apparent.
(Or so he thinks we know).

 

He feigns distain for fine cuisine
Although he isn’t lean.
He’s gotten fat and sloppy!
His appetite’s obscene!

 

He minces to the mirror
And grooms himself again.
His coat is quite exquisite.
He prisses and he grins!

 

He is quite intolerable
Till thunder frightens him.
That is when His Majesty,
The cat,hides 'neath my bed!
 

Anita Callender2002

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