THE ONLY ONE

It's me, it's me they long for.
I'm the one they meow their song for.
Cat's or possums, mice or dogs,
all fall  off their little logs,
whenever I chance to pass by,
I hear them chorus and sigh.

'She's lovely, she's so delightful,
not vain, not uppish nor spiteful'.
On with my parade, on, on I go,
happy, so happy to know,
I'm so lovely, delightful,
not vain, uppish,or even the least bit spiteful.

Tushie   7/9/12

TAFFETA
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I change my colour, by a wave of the hand.
Go into strange places, wherever I land.
Greet the local gentry, with my cordial charm,

smile, giggle, laugh, hold lightly to an arm.

I'm welcomed with open arms, and with open heart,
when time comes to leave, I swiftly depart.
And after I've flown, without even a sign,
(asked) 'Who was that?'
(reply) 'I don't know, we met now, for the first time'.

Tushie   8/9/12