It's all in the bearing........

The Aristocrat

Young Agatha Amelie

Abigail Brill

Went strolling each day upon

Old Beacon Hill.

Her manner - patrician, her

Head held up high,

No greeting or fond look would

She dignify.

Her green eyes would flash as she

Spurned each advance,

But young swains all knew they'd no

Ghost of a chance.

They wooed her, pursued her, her

Heart to ensnare,

Though she gave no hint that she

Knew they were there.

Then one Sunday morning, the

Air seemed quite still,

As Agatha Amelie

Abigail Brill

Paraded a litter of

Kittens so fat

That she had produced with the

Old junkyard cat!

© Nan 2001 (an old friend from Western New York)