A Good Girl

Donna Elvira is slapped once again
The comedy was never really over, you know
The Bohemians are royalty, and jesters are kings now
Like a drunk on a barstool
With shoulders to me
The cat rests on her elbow
And turns her head sideways backward
To receive my caress, blinking, purring and humming
Eyes so bright they flash as they blink, little lashes and all
In the wild, the cat with the largest mane eats first
Cat manners call for hierarchy
Inherently unfair
But the wise kitten knows in innocence
With worried brows and a tiny smile
Your code name is Susannah
And Daniel is your lawyer
A favorite in the court of the oldest family
And there is plenty of pitch
And a little good hair, little, but good
Now Ruth has a husband and “great spirits
Are” easily choked only to rise again
You can’t keep a good man down
Or—a good girl!