I once held a dream
called green ice cream
the queen.
she was soft and a brat,
my little calico cat,
it seemed all my life
she redeemed.
now if I had the knack
to bring pussy cat back,
I'd give up my heart
and my soul.
for vanilla is fine
when you need to unwind,
and chocolate always is king.
but they don't make the scene,
pistachio is supreme,
and forever the dish I esteem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A sweet poem which is a hit with this cat- lover (me.) Reminds me of a calico kitten my daughter & I once had, named Pixie. Pixie was definitely a brat, too!
All my life I kept cats and dogs too but not any more. When the last one died I decided I could no longer give enough time to a pet. Thank you for the comment. Glad you liked the poem.