Life has changed so much - and how?
I here bemoan my fuzzy fate;
For I am a catgirl now.

Nought familiar in my clough,
And once a month things aren't so great,
Life has changed so much, and how...

Graceful shapes my front endow,
My shoulders tire under the weight!
For I am a catgirl now.

Little sister bids me meow,
And dress in costumes most ornate!
Life has changed so much, and how.

Soft gray ears adorn my brow,
A tail, my rear to decorate,
For I am a catgirl now.

As I am, so might be thou,
If virus should thee too pupate.
Life has changed so much - and how!
For I am a catgirl now.

P.S. from Kit:

Some cursed vagabond, I trow,
Pretends my struggles to relate!
All this verse, I disavow!
(Though I am a catgirl now...)

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While working on getting "Nyandemic Story" back into shape, I ended up playing around with archaic fixed-verse forms, for no adequately explicable reason. So, um, here's a villanelle about turning into a catgirl. This won't be a regular feature - though, God help me, I have another project on the drawing board that could be pithily summarized as "Sekainohate de Aimashou, but it's a medieval beast fable, in troubador verse" - but what the hey, it makes me chuckle ;)

(I've never had a particularly keen sense for poetry, myself, but interestingly, working in a form with more rigid structural requirements seems to turn it into more of a word-puzzle where my brain is concerned, and it's much easier than any kind of free verse. Huh.)