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Greetings Romantics Scholars!
Here, for your enjoyment are a couple more parodies written my Henry
Beard, in a book titled Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of
Distinguished Feline Verse.
Kubla Kat
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Cat
In Xanadu did Kubla Kat
A splendid sofa-bed decree
With silken cushions soft and fat
A perfect feline habitat
Set on a gilt settee.
And twice ten yards of fine brocade
The golden ottoman arrayed:
And there were pillows packed with airy down
Hand-plucked from sacred swans in Thessaly;
And lace draped from a massive silver crown
Adorned the ornate rosewood canopy.
And ah! That seat effused a potent lotion
Pressed from leaves of rare hypnotic herbs,
Sweet source of wondrous dreams that naught disturbs.
Oh magic mint! Sublime and blissful potion!
The fragrance of that place of slumber
Floated on the balmy breeze
Drawing kittens without number:
Persians, Manx, and Siamese.
It was a miracle of opulence,
A shining sofa-bed with catnip scents!
A songbird with a small guitar
In a vision I once did note:
It was a wise and winsome owl,
A sweet and elegant fowl,
Sitting in a pea-green boat,
Singing a song to me,
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
We danced by the light of the moon.
And when I arose from my languorous swoon
I built that divine divan,
That cushy couch! that smell of spice!
And all who saw should stop and yawn,
And none would cry, Get down! Begone!
The lights are dimmed, the curtains drawn,
Tiptoe round him, still as mice,
And let him catnap on his bed,
For he on catnip leaves has fed,
And lapped the milk of Paradise.
She Walks in Booties
By George Gordon, Lord Byron’s cat
She walks in booties, like a sprite
With pixie feet and fairy toes;
Her paws on ice will ne’er alight
Nor feel the chill of frigid snows;
And all the rays of winter’s light
Shine on her collar’s satin bows.
And from her soft enchanted fur
Exudes the scent of sweet shampoo
And precious oils distilled from myrrh
That give her hair its magic hue:
I long to hear her charming purr,
And share the music of her mew.
But as I watch her take the air,
My spellbound vision starts to fade;
I feel at once a dark despair;
My feline heart is sore dismay’d;
For not content to make her fair,
Her doting owners had her spay’d.