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Pussycat, Pussycat
Pussycat, Pussycat
Her tail splits in two
She talks to the dead now
And next she'll talk to you
The corpse that she left on the stoop
Moves when she waves her paw
And little children run away
When she ope's up her maw
Pussycat, Pussycat
She is your pet no longer
She dances in the graveyard,
With each night growing stronger
And the will o' wisp around her
And the fox fire in her hands
So much more fun than catnip mice
And boxes filled with sand
Pussycat, Pussycat
Engrossed in necromancy
Which one is your helpless soul,
Enslaved to feline fancy?
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Comments
Falia Says:
I especially liked the 'enslaved to feline fancy' part, that made me giggle :). Great!
Lady Wolfess Says:
Interesting
pur plec loud Says:
awesome! I
it
wyrdwing Says:
I love nursery rhymes ...but only because they're the only form of poem i understand
nekomarunosuke Says:
despite the english isn't my native language, the rhythmical poem hit to me