The Poet Laureate of Zion sat at his desk in his displace African kraal by the Bard of Bat Yam < Pet Laureate of Zion

The Poet Laureate of Zion sat at his desk in his displace African kraal
and watched as his  ginger and white striped cat
once more came by to pay a call
upon his laptop computer he sat

The Bard of Bat Yam, studied him and his  green eyes
Rikkki De Riiik stared straight back at him
he had a very royal princely  guise
from the day he wandered with in with a 'snuggle me Steve'  chagrin

This sweet ball of fluff  amused the Zionist Muse  no end
for sat upon his desk: he refused to bow or curtsey
was a subject who would to '' I have works to complete ''  not bend
a paw raised gentle to his cheek in courtesy

He knew that cats and kings were one
of a very, very special kind
for when all was said and done
that's how they weredestined and  designed

The Bard and Laureate of Zion watched the cat and smiled again
as he majestically,on urgent state business papers  settled down
a cat that ruled with cuteness and cuddliness in his  domain
his best friend and the Maharajah of all  Bat Yam town