Here was the flower of the feline world
the shapes, complexions, eyes, the skins
the very cream of British Moggidom.
Here too were the judges to shower the prizes
and we the people to applaud them all.
And choice among the champions
I saw one heart-stopper
suave, elegant, and very, very vogue.
I smiled at IT – it noticed ME.
it puckered it’s nostrils, gave a slight yawn
rose leisurely in its enclosure
and turned the other way.
With deeply felt indifference
it rose again,
stretched its soft form to a valley and gentle hills
and curled down once more to await the judgement.
All over its luxury
the judges hands wandered and pondered
and the pleasure on his face showed the purring in his heart.
I watched the virtuous creature lying on the bench
graciously acquiescent
and it was then Eugenia Waddington-Sharpe
that I took to thinking so very, very very warmly
of You.
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