My Cat Sighs

My cat sighs, ‘I want to be a celebrity I deserve to have fan letters sent From Katmandu A pretty thing like me, with my allure Rainbows should take my name I am far more photogenic Than Landseer's stag I'm talking subversion At night you'll hear me scream As I whip my tail in feline S & M I'm pure purr, spit and scratch Who'd hang Van Gogh's Sunflowers on the wall When they could have me, Full frontal, by Frances Bacon Giving it large Stroke me- the static's fantastic I crackle like chili crisps Sometimes I dream I'm Audrey Hepburn Swathed with fur, all dewy-eyed, delicious Or Jack the Ripper, gralloching rats on the sly I was born to Samba, To strut my stuff Look into my eyes I'm Svengali, on four pronged paws Stare into the wild, the raw