Pousse-Café, one more tweak
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it, except very obliquely via Dr. Whom's opus about the acoustics of
Ailurin tetraphthongs like "yoeu". Then I remembered that there's a
cat bard, who was easy to slip into verse three.
Pousse-Café
©2008 Mark A. Mandel
ttto Archetype Cafe, Talis Kimberley
Pyanfar Chanur was debating with Ambrus
The merits of gfi versus klava
While Mehitabel yawned at Petronius Arbiter's
Tales of prowess as a lover.
Chmeee and Bagheera compared pros and cons
Of hunting in dark and in daylight
And the Feline Fantastical Fellowship meets
Down Archetype Cafe at midnight.
Honorary members Gray Mouser and Catwoman
Pilfered from pockets with suavity
Until they discovered their own purses empty
Though no one had sighted Macavity.
Dr. Whom, who was doing some fieldwork, recorded
The usual Kilkenny catfight
And the Feline Fantastical Fellowship meets
Down Archetype Cafe at midnight.
And Bast, who was chairing the meeting, gave
An impassioned plea for us to hear that "The tail-chasing
Yammering crabby tomcats and tabbies
Are history twisting our tails
So they'll tell you we carry diseases, they'll tell you
We fly with the devil and more and they'll give you a
Shower of rocks for stealing their lox
When you just tasted one of the scales."
Pixel and Nutcase walked in through the wall
Just as Greebo was ordering scumble
Though Aslan was turning the water to wine
For any who asked at the table.
Tualha presented a song by Frank Hayes --
All agreed that the chorus was just right.
And the Feline Fantastical Fellowship meets
Down Archetype Cafe at midnight.
And before Lady Bast thanked the speakers
The questions rang out from the floor.
"We challenged the humans' perceptions to change
And we challenged our own even more. Oh they'll tell you
We fly with the devil, they'll tell you we steal breath
From babies, and all have nine lives. They'll tell you that
Tigers are man-eaters, lions are lazy and
Leave all the work to their wives."
C'mell arrived late for the meeting, explaining
That she'd gotten lost on the way
But the King of the Cats gave his pardon and said
"Now you're here, you're no longer a stray."
Faber remarked that she'd _meant_ to do that,
Occasioning groans left and right
And the Feline Fantastical Fellowship meets
Down Archetype Cafe at midnight. ... "And they'll tell you that...
...Boots threw a hairball, First Cat walked alone,
That Shere Khan was wicked, and I was just stone."
-- And the Feline Fantastical Fellowship eats
Of the finest of meats and the choicest of treats
And if I weren't allergic, and I knew where it meets
I'd book us all tables for midnight...
Tualha (pronounced "Tula") Diane Duane, A Wizard Abroad: a cat
bard
-- Mark A. Mandel, The Filker With No Nickname
http://filk.cracksandshards.com
Sean Cleary
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