Minions' Lament

Thanks to a writers' workshop and some excellent feedback from my fantatstic husband, below I present the lovingly polished poem about those hapless twins, Cecily and Gwendolyn:

Minions' Lament

“Psst, Gwendolyn, what is the deal?

Neglected and ignored I’m beginning to feel.”

“I’ve tried mewing and winking and wriggling my rear

but, Cecily, I think, no one cares that we're here.”

There's a new cat in town; nothing's the same

He makes us so mad; Punim's his name

They kiss him and coddle him and bedeck him with jewels

They fête him with sushi; he follows no rules.

We owned this house before he arrived

We strutted and feasted and both of us thrived

Now, no more kisses, no more creamed caviar

Punim, the prince, is the one shining star

“Cecily, my dear, a plan must be hatched

In which Punim, the prince, is forthwith dispatched” 

“Gwendolyn, my twin, do you have a plot?

'Cause, my tiny brain has not any got.”

“At midnight on Tuesday while Punim relaxes

In the crook of an arm that is working on taxes

We will creep o’er the ceiling in paws covered with ink

From his bed up the walls until reaching the sink

 

All in the house will think Punim’s gone mad.

When he’s tossed in the street, who could feel bad?”

“A genius you are, my Gwendolyn girl

I can’t wait til the night when the plan will unfurl…”

 

***

 

A midnight home, quiet and still.

A nefarious plot unfolding at will.

But, a furtive sentinel guards his house

Ready to pounce on the twins (or a mouse).

 

***

 

Screech, splat, slurgle, sproing; cats in a heap

Did someone yell “Catnip” while Gweny did creep?

Ink on the curtains and ink on the ground

Snickering was heard, but there was no sound…

 

Now, Gwendolyn and Cecily, felines so fair

Can be found every day combing Punim’s soft hair

The new cat in town is a most regal beast

He has two mewing minions that lead him to feast.