Sweet Frances, our freeloading feline,
Should lose a few pounds from her waistline.
Yet she lies on the sill
Scouting geckos to kill
Then consumes them, dine after dine.
There once was a feline named Frances,
A slinky and cunning enchantress.
But when males came to call
She would hurl a hairball
Dashing her hope of romances.
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