Like A Cheshire Cat

I’m a C-A-T and I’ve lost my purr, I’m down in the dumps, and losing my fur, Once such a beauty, a Persian delight, But now, frankly, I’m a terrible sight. I’m a C-A-T who’s hair is all knotted, With teeth that now have nearly rotted, I’ve got unpleasant breath, an irksome cough, In the past I was a superb show-off. I’m a C-A-T who’s thin tail won’t wag, Life for me now has become a real drag, I need to find some top moggy magic, The state I’m in, you can say, is tragic. I’m a C-A-T who once was swanky, Would never stand any hanky-panky, But now I’m left, a poor sad old feline, Couldn’t even attract a porcupine. I’m a C-A-T that had all the cream, Style, grace and oodles of such self esteem, A new voice and long coat, is all I ask, Would that be pleading for too great a task. I’m a C-A-T so I won’t give in, I’ll practice my scales and pamper my skin, And then once again I shall walk the tiles Grinning. Like a Cheshire Cat, full of smiles. © Ernestine Northover