In the mirror that's
hanging next to the shelf.
And when she does
it, oh, how she shines!
Is that, dear cat,
how you practice your lines?
She seems not to
care if we pay attention,
But maybe right here
I ought to make mention
That being an
actress, she's disinclined
To always reveal
what's going on in her mind.
And she'll never,
never tell you her age--
Aphrodite, the cat
of the stage.
She says, "You
know…I'm not one to cuss,
But when I am
hungry, I WILL make a fuss."
Yes, she can
certainly put on a scene
And act as though
she's an importunate queen.
She says, "My
dears, if I'm weak or mild,
I'll never drive the
audience wild."
That critical scene
is repeated each night--
A regular tour de
force all right.
Yes, it's best to
try to assuage
Aphrodite, the cat
of the stage.
Her eyes were surely
her greatest feature;
She THUS scoured the
town for a drama teacher,
"Who," she
says dolefully, "told me one night he
Could make me a
star. ME: Aphrodite!"
But as it turned
out, ol' Mr. Mittens
Made her instead a
mom of eight kittens.
"But," she
says, "THAT'S between you and me.
You know that I value my privacy."
It's good to always
be on the same page
With Aphrodite, the
cat of the stage.
One thing you learn
is for her it's the norm
To act a bit
slighted when asked to perform.
She must be totally
in the mood
Or else she behaves
in a manner subdued.
And heaven help you
if you are neglectful
Or if her audience
is disrespectful.
She'll exit the room
like a "cat" out of hell,
And you may not see
her for quite a long spell.
You never want to
see her rage--
Aphrodite, the cat
of the stage.
She sighs and says,
"It's such a shame that
Few playwrights
write good roles for a cat.
My friends say--when
they see me upset--
'Commercials might
be a better bet.'
My talents, however,
as you might have guessed,
Best fit the stage.
But now I must rest."
With that she lifted
her nose in the air
And strutted out of
the room with great flair.
It's always nice:
advice from a sage
Like Aphrodite, the
cat of the stage.
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