To Mrs.
From BluWiki
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? -- How many tidbits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears -- but pr'ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me -- and upraise Thy gentle mew -- and tell me all thy frays Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick. Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -- For all the wheezy asthma, -- and for all Thy tail's tip is nick'd off -- and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, Still is that fur as soft as when the lists In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.
