Mathilda hated tomcats

She found they were of very bad taste:

Eccentric body-builders short of breath,

Porcelain dolls laid on the bed

Full of lace.

She found they were of very bad taste:

The craving for omnipotence,

Those grotesque pottery dogs exhibited in the entrance-hall,

Impertinence, uncalled-for ramblings.

White daisies on black hair,

Mathilda hated tomcats, social climbers,

Green ties and crowded beaches.

Mathilda hated tomcats, close and distant relatives.

She found they were of very bad taste:

Western pornography,

Catholic-like severity,

Hypertrophied silicone lips.

White daisies on black hair,

Mathilda hated tomcats, social climbers,

Green ties and crowded beaches.

Mathilda hated tomcats, close and distant relatives.

White daisies on black hair,

Mathilda hated tomcats, close and distant relatives.

Mathilda hated the urine stink,

Typical of cats on heat,

One day she took a pistol

Out of a drawer

And she shot.

She hit a grey one and watched it

Fall to the ground, lifeless.

But she put an end to her tragedy

Only the moment when

She pressed the trigger against herself.

White daisies on black hair,

Mathilda hated tomcats, social climbers,

Green ties and crowded beaches.

Mathilda hated tomcats, close and distant relatives.

She considered it the height of bad taste,

Keep-fit fanatics in sweaty shorts,

Pretty porcelain dolls propped up on

Candlewick bedspreads.

She considered it the height of bad taste,

Sycophantic lap-dog lip-service,

China dogs posing grotesquely on over-populated

Sitting room sideboards.

Mathilda threaded daisies through her long black hair,

She couldn't stand tomcats and tomcats everywhere,

Little white lies, polka dot ties.
Mathilda hated tomcats and social climbing poseurs.

She considered it the height of bad taste,

Secret obsessive pornography trips,

Church-going bigots with hidden vices,

Clown-like smiles stretching silicon lips.

Mathilda threaded daisies through her long black hair,

She couldn't stand tomcats and tomcats everywhere,

Little white lies, polka dot ties.
Mathilda hated tomcats and social climbing poseurs.

Mathilda threaded daisies through her long black hair,

She couldn't stand tomcats and tomcats everywhere.

Mathilda hated the pungent smell

Left by cats on the prowl

Plotting their macho territorial rights.
One day, like Annie, she got her gun,

Took ain and fired one, sharp shot.
She hit a grey tabby and watched him fall,

With a dull thump, to the ground

And as she pressed the cold steel against her forehead

She knew what to do to put herself

Out of her own misery.

Mathilda threaded daisies through her long black hair,

She couldn't stand tomcats and tomcats everywhere,

Little white lies, polka dot ties.
Mathilda hated tomcats and social climbing poseurs.