Monday, January 10, 2011

Poem 61 - The Cat Palace

A palace all for only the cats
For meals they get meat or rats
The Most powerful Cat Queen
Was really and truly very Mean

The cruel Queen makes pygmies her slaves
The pygmies thought they will be better in their graves
But they knew that every dark night has a brighter day
So in the palace as slaves they did stay

The queen cat wore a golden robe
Which she took from her special Wardrobe
She came walking in the Dining Room
But there she finally met her doom

Because there was the New Queen
Who was kind and not mean
Now she had taken over the cat kingdom
She would take care of every cat slum

It was a rule that Queen cats changed every year
And now the old queen's time was very near
In a few hours she will be a normal cat
With no golden robe, no golden hat
-Gaurang Rao


  1. This is so beautifully weaved.. amazing..and it would keep on happening with man too..

    Well done boy!!

  2. What a brilliant narrative. Well done!

  3. wow! this is lovely! here’s my new year potluck-

  4. That was a lovely tale in verse which is very clever and well done. Kept me engrossed throughout. Keep it up Gaurang!!

  5. well written poem.
    vivid imagery of the cat palace.


  6. Wonderfully written... I'm glad the cat Queen changes each year. Would hate to think of them in slums.

  7. What a wonderful tale and I am glad they are getting a kind Queen finally. A true tale of hope for a brighter furture.....thank you for Monday's Child...bkm


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