Poetry-- An Ode to Tiffany the Stinky Kitty

My grandmother's cat was a little stinky the other day, and I thought it would be funny to write an ode about her.

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Oh, Tiffany, such a precious little thing you are.

You’re as soft as a summer cloud,

graceful and unbowed.

Such a sweet and well-mannered creature,

With bright jewel eyes your most prominent feature.

But alas, Tiffany, you are a smelly kitty.

When you enter a room the wallpaper droops,

And Grandmother exclaims Oops!

As you display your affection,

People wonder about your affliction.

Truly, it’s hard to say what makes you so stinky.

Grandmother says that you have so much personality,

That it exudes from you with a pungent lethality.

Or maybe it’s your food,

Making your stomach feel crude.

Despite your stink Tiffany, we still love you.

The stinky baby in question