Page 5, From the Realm of Feline Fantasy

by Mewsette	and Phelicity

If I Was a Gypsy

~by Mewsette

If I was a gypsy,
Yada mada mew meow meow, meowie mew meow,
I'd have long black hair that hung in curls,
Golden earrings set with shiny pearls,
I'd be colorful! more than other girls,
If I was, I'd look like that!

If I was a fairy,
Yada mada mew meow meow, meowie mew meow,
I'd have luminous, shimmer-icious wings,
Magic pow'rs and songs a fairy sings,
Sprinkle fairy dust on unhappy things,
From my flower petal hat.

If I was a mermaid,
Yada mada mew meow meow, meowie mew meow,
I'd have flowing tresses briny green,
Sparkley eyes, the greenest ever seen!,
Shiny fishtail beautiful and clean,
If I was, and not a cat.

My whole persona would be new, but it wouldn't,
Would I be me? yet
I'll imagine just how unique I'd be.
And they would marvel at the things I could do if
I was not Mewsette,
But I can't imagine losing "me".

If I was a gypsy,
Bold and beautiful and wild and very much as I am now,
I would drive my wagon to the trees,
Sit communing with the gentle breeze,
Laughing gaily, but it wouldn't please...
I'd be lonely for my....... cat!

Oh!

Hear me Bast, if you misunderstood
I might find those changes very good,
Change my mind the way I know I should!
I'm content and happy as a cat!

Meow!

Who is Mardi Gras?

~by Mewsette

Mardi Gras was a purrty lady,
Who dressed in purples and greens,
And every year she danced along
The streets of New Orleans.

Her long red hair blew in the wind,
With ribbons fluttering bright,
And all the people followed her,
And they partied day and night.

They couldn't see her face, because
She wore a sparkley mask
With tall and bouncy feathers.
Who was she? Nobody'd ask.

And those with trumpets and clarinets
Came everywhere she had been,
Playing music for dancing to,
When the Saints Go Marching In.

The happy crowds grew bigger each year,
The city came out to play -
They all wore masks and nobody saw
When she wasn't there one day.

And they wondered, Where is Mardi Gras?
Did she leave for other parts?
But they celebrate every year with joy,
The Mardi Gras in their hearts.

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