Jezebel

A Jezebel
She seemed to be,
All the toms
Were sure to agree.
Often she would
Purr and preen,
Flashing claws
A quiet scream.
Nights out
On the tiles a-plenty,
Like a girl
Of one and twenty.
All she had,
She used so well,
Sensual, smiling,
Jezebel.

Then a litter
Did appear.
Pussies everywhere
We hear.
Motherly,
You must be joking,
Queen of Night
Was more in keeping.
Someone feline,
Keen on heaping
Treasure for herself
To steep in.
Sybaritic,
Yes indeedy
This human cat
Did never needy !