The Cat in a Hat
sat on a mat
(the mat was flat)
when
Pat a bat
who was fat
(a flying rat)
chasing a gnat
(the gnat went zzzat)
dropped in
(splat!)
for a chat
(what a brat)
but
(tit for tat)
was told to scat
imagine that!
(Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome)
yes put in prison
bad really bad
not unprovoked
coup ten four
nearly half score
different tongues
east west religion allegiance
outside
virgin merrika break promise
bill george barry donny
angie admit minsk
buy time pump arms
one fourkay east dead
meanwhile
roulette politic
phantom rushing
doing same both side usual
smoke mirrors bait switch bump
cry smile shout you essay
you know usual while
mic
well forget now
donny pause get joey
oh humanity
chief can start not stop mic
Jesus must explain
yes yes crime wanted connection
zel promise peace
joey change script
czar said too far
joey promise no more north stream
surenough nine month
come true
three war tank tank
delivery who knows when
food meds house teachers roads broke
mic one with eleven zeros climbing
keep going til czar rational
not let opp regret fly or
back down like did end two double v two
please lol history books texas
you essay virgin merrika love fodder people
fly flag virgin merrika
hail bearer mars midas
roulette rushing talking
points
aim fire
not my ten nine boy
y'all lying thieving
pieces canine scat
*** Scat, Cat! ***
No! Cat, don’t paw
That yarn ball
I use to crochet. Go!
Scat, cat! You won’t like so
much my scolding you more at all.
Stop! Scat! Don’t sit
on the stove
To warm your legs or I’ll
Find hairs in the eggs and scream in a fit.
‘Scat! Cat, just don’t think of it!’
Here, cat, swat at this yellow feather
I’m swaying below to tickle your nose.
No! Stay down! You’ll scratch
the soft sofa’s leather!
It’s not my hand’s waving that you’re
meant to be after!
Scat! I’m trying to sleep
And you will NOT squeeze me
Off MY pillow! Scat! Find your own!
Leave me here in dreamland alone!
Just scat! What’s that, cat?
You want to hear a story before going?
Okay, then, here’s an old-told cat tale
Shared outside along on the fences of your roaming:
“Meeeee-owl, meeee-ewe meeee-Yowl! echoing
Out over all the lawns in a feral greeting, Hi and hail!”
Thus, cat, so it goes and enough is told, enough…
Scat!
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
***a poem to illustrate one of my
“Living with Cats” drawings.
Stray cat, cool sleek alley cat,
A vivid tan, with mottled black,
In soft moonlight, creeping back,
To the scented nights of lilac!
One eye of brown, one of blue,
The shadows always welcome you,
And you go where they take you,
And yowl on the starlit avenue!
Pretty cat, you stray alley cat,
Upon a tall fence, singing scat,
Free to roam when skies are black,
Not caring if dawn ever gets back!
Here kitty, kitty
No! wait to stop that
Scat cat
the condescending, contented cat sat on my hideous, hilarious hat
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Raised above the cello ding ding ding Reaching out to say hello song song song Stepping in the ring gong gong gong Well that’s just all wrong ping ping ping Pauper’s know not his king pong pong pong The cloth was not cut swing swing swing
squirrel
chattering
scat dog
The septic stench of desolation;
has followed me into a quagmire
of depression and self-loathing.
And scat-colored walls weep neglect,
upon my fragmented soul.
Like a jigsaw puzzle
missing a few crucial pieces;
my life feels incomplete, jumbled up,
and fallen into decay.
Shadows occupy the empty spaces
where my naive heart harbored
dying dreams and shattered truths;
addicted to the opiate of hope.
And like a tattered quilt of guilt,
my fate is stitched together by a needle;
threaded with tears, fears, doubts, and regrets.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
We sat down town.Wearing a funny frown.
Me and my little lady.In her little night gown.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
Grabbed some dinner at the corner cafe.
Lost all, our hard earned money.
So we just couldn't pay.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
We never got caught because we ran so fast.
Either run real fast, or get caught soon.
So we ran real fast, from the corner cafe.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skidattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn..
Children's Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..ALL rights reserved.
As I walked a ' black cat crossed my path
I said shoo, I said scat
He stared, looking me in the eye
As if to ask me why.
It was as if to say "did the cat get your tongue'
I think he did, for his stare was quite long
I said shoo, I said scat
Get away from here you darn cat.
The more persistent his meowing became
Look cat I am not to blame
You live in the alley out back
I will say shoo, I will say scat.
I said shoo, I said scat
Go and find a rat
Quit meowing it's time for bed
Go and find your supper instead.
SCAT...
I don't want to play.
L isten: Don't 'meow!'
O utside with you, please.
V acate my house now.
E veryone will sneeze!
Y onder is a pine tree.
O ut with every claw.
U nder the next shade tree
B athe each dirty paw.
U p to the high branches
T o sulk and withdraw...
S oon neighbors will hear them
C oming round the door.
A ll padded feet slip on
T he cold vinyl floor.
D inner time is nigh.
A nyone could tell...
R aising haunches high,
N ow their voices swell!
C antankerous!
A nimated!
T umultuous!
S ophisticated!