Katie, Sweet Katie.

KATIE, SWEET KATIE

Hurricane Katie was a street cat,

Splendid Sparky, was not.

She spent her days doing much

Of what she shouldn’t have ought.

Sparky was so refined and sweet,

He merely wished to please;

Katie, on the other hand,

Just thrived on ways to tease.

While he would nap, she’d plot her play;

He’d snore and she would plan.

Could she make a fuss and somehow

Get to blame it on the man?

Poor, poor unsuspecting lout,

Ha, he would never know.

Mom’s china cups a-flying high

Would make a pretty show.

Or maybe she could rig a trick,

To look like Sparky’s paw -

Was instrumental in the ruination

Of one of Daddy’s saws!

But first she’d sit and be so cute,

No one would guess she’s bad.

Old Sparky could forget that he

Was thought the best they’d ever had.

Hurricane Katie was a street cat,

Splendid Sparky, was not.

She spent her days doing much

Of what she shouldn’t have ought!

2010

Dale Graumann