She was recognized as Grumpy Cat
but at home they called her Tartar Sauce.
On screens she shined, this well-known fuzzy fixture:
and when she died, a modern world grieved her loss.
For lo, how Grumpy Cat had the nope to give.
How her fixed appearance relieved us from the cost
of rat-races and misfortunes, human ups and downs,
the struggles, the heartless acts and thoughts.
Ha! Her face stuck in a not-today frown,
a perfect response for moments that tested.
For not being bothered, she took the crown,
her internet legacy grumps on eternally invested.

That prissy, poopy attitude. That hissy, huffy cat!
It was not that she could not be pleased,
her underbite froze her expression like that.