Poem of the day

[pallas_athena]

An Appeal to Cats in the Business of Love
by Thomas Flatman

Ye Cats that at midnight spit love at each other,
Who best feel the pangs of a passionate Lover,
I appeal to your scratches, and your tattered fur,
If the business of Love be no more than to Purr.
Old Lady Grimalkin with her Gooseberry eyes,
Knew something when a Kitten, for why she was wise;
You find by experience the Love fit's soon o'er,
Puss! Puss! lasts not long, but turns to Cat-whore.
Men ride many Miles,
Cats tread many Tiles,
Both hazard their necks in the Fray;
Only Cats, when they fall
From a House, or a Wall,
Keep their feet, mount their Tails, and away!

Comments

[breltard95.livejournal.com]

After watching the video, I'm getting hilarious mental images of a choir singing this chasing a choir singing Le Chant des Oiseaux.

[artnouveauho.livejournal.com]

This needs to happen, POSTHASTE.