She went by the name of Duffy.
She charmed me with her captivating ways.
Three months later she moved in with me,
and brought her calico cat.
At first Duffy brought me love and bliss.
But with time and complaints about
the toilet seat being left up and other things,
Duffy became controlling and crazy,
smashing fine china dishes, busting toilet seat lids,
kicking the crap out of the LCD TV.
Eventually she became totally unhinged
and left me in a window breaking, furniture wrecking,
car tires puncturing huff.
But at least she left her calico cat, named Muffy
that, not to be catty, but I loved that cat more than her,
except for the fact that her name rhymed with Duffy.
Bob Boyd