“Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”—Tallulah Bankhead
I must be the most successful poet of my time
Yet no one knows my name: I use a dozen aliases
And on occasion venture into rhyme.
It’s a cliché, but true, I’ve enjoyed a thousand pussies’ kisses.
He must be, they say, “the cat who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.”
No, but I kid! For modesty’s my most appealing trait.
As a kitten I made obscurity my goal.
Of my ill-gotten kibbles, I won't tell a soul!
I never knew a cat I didn’t like, Will Rogers said
He was a dog person, I think—but now, alas, he’s dead.
Wagner's music much better than it sounds. He believed that, too.
And he liked horses. I'm unsure I knew.
When Cats Misbehave’s the title of my new novel.
Dumb books outsell good books—it always pays to grovel.