There lives a good-for-nothing cat, So lazy it appears, That chirping birds can safely come And light upon her ears. And rats and mice can venture out To nibble at her toes, Or climb around and pull her tail, And boldly scratch her nose. Fine servants brush her silken coat And give her cream for tea' -- Yet she's a good-for-nothing cat, As all the world may see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |