Crazy Cat Lady

She sways to and fro in her leopard print muumuu,
A daisy in her silver-twinged hair, this dame’s no square.
Beady eyes that twinkle with ten shades of mischief,
Astride her royal Uber chariot, through the labyrinth of Boston she’s adrift.

‘Meow,’ says Miss Prissy, the feline queen on leash,
Regal, with emerald eyes, marinating in a kitty’s dream of fish.
No ordinary dame, oh, this is the Crazy Cat Lady,
And ripples of laughter tumble amidst the traffic heavy.

Three left turns instead of right, the Uber driver sighs,
“We’re lost, darling!” she exclaims, feigning surprise.
An explorer outshining Columbus, in joyous disarray,
Boston cobblestone streets unfold their secrets today.

Chaos blooms, as Prissy claims the driver’s seat,
Her claws kneading the leather in a rhythm so offbeat.
A flirtatious mewl to the Starbucks barista at the red light,
The Crazy Cat Lady rolling with laughter at the sight.

“Paul Revere Road, please”, she drawls with a dramatic swing,
As Every streetlight sways to the symphony of her bling.
The driver, now her crew, in the good ship Uber,
With Miss Prissy, the purring navigator, they sail past Cuba.

Oh, the freedom, the wild sauce of life, With a ‘mew,’ and an old lady high on life!
Through the looking-glass of whimsy and Narwhal dreams,
They steer, the Boston streets echoing with laughter’s screams.

Two peas in a pod, cruising on laughter’s tide,
An Uber ride to be etched in history, Oh, what a ride!
Up Beacon Street, down Dartmouth, their merriment pour,
As the Crazy Cat Lady performs her legendary folklore.

And as the day wanes, to their adventures, they bid goodbye,
A trip of hilarious mishaps under the Boston sky.
But fret not, for the morrow is another day, another spree,
In the Uber with the Crazy Cat Lady, and Prissy the cat on leash.