Catcall Poem by Douglas Scotney
Catcall
The French often
have one for our two.
For our 'you will have'
the French say 'vous aurez'.
Our 'female cat'
is their 'chatte'.
You control her fur:
the less her tongue has of that,
the happier the chatte.
She seeks crannies
where you couldn't believe she could be.
You call her Nooks.
She seeks nooks,
you call her Cranny.
If your name for her is Lily,
in France it is Lis.
Chatte is said Shat
vous aurez is vooze-or-ay to rhyme with 'say'.
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