Ms. Meow Canvas Tote

Ms. Meow, with her permanent glare,
Could out-frown a storm or a billionaire’s
stare.

She scoffed at rainbows, she yawned at fame, “This world,” she hissed, “is terribly lame.”
 
Her best friend, though, was a fish named
Bubbles, Who saw joy in puddles and laughed
at troubles.

With glasses perched on his wiggly nose,
He chirped, “Let’s travel! Who knows where
it goes?”

In Paris, he chirped, “Let’s climb the tower!” Ms. Meow groaned, “Wake me in an hour.”

At the Great Wall, he bubbled with pride,
She squinted and muttered, “Eh, it’s too wide.”

But in New York, when pigeons attacked,
Ms. Meow sprang forth, claws fully packed.

Bubbles gasped, “You saved me, wow!”
She smirked, “I just hate pigeons, anyhow.”

And so they roamed, this odd little team,
The grump and the gleeful—living the dream.