A light snow squall on a bright sunny day
A red cashmere sweater – happy holidays you say
An antique emerald brooch worn as a pendant
Its provenance and beauty are truly transcendent
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To the Inn At Spanish Head for a room with a view
A party for Christmas revelers who are more than a few
Attended by a writer of fabulist fiction
This novelist’s an historian who’s a public speaker with great diction
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Janine’s home from the festivities and has time to read
For time with books she has much greed
Her latest good read is Howard’s End
Completion of her own book is around the next bend
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She’s writing about a house that goes into space
It’s the only spaceship that has curtains of lace
It’s hoped the Cape Cod will make it to the moon
It’ll either take a year or happen very soon
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Janine’s having trouble coming up with an ending
So she knows she’ll really not soon be sending
The final draft is taking too long
One character’s dialogue has gone very wrong
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In her tale there’s no role for a cat
No animals at all – not a dog – a rabbit and certainly no bat
It bothers Janine to have no animals at all
Her publisher is demanding a scary haunted doll
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Janine’s finally finished and celebrates with wine
She and hubby James – on oysters they dine
They then watch Vertigo with their sweet kitty
Irene
On James’ lap sits their giant Newfoundland Eugene
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Eventually Janine’s novel is optioned for a film
The lead will be played by Dame Wilma Tilm
Room was found in the script for a kitty
It’s a sci-fi movie – the cat talks and he’s witty
END (finally)
