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Monday, August 7, 2017

KEEPING TIME WITH HIS TAIL, HE EMITTED A WAIL (9)

                                                 THE CONCERT

Yelchior, dressed in his black and his white

Sat down on his skinny old shanks

And sang, the old dear, without worry or fear--

And, too, I might add, without thanks.


 Outlined on the rail by a bleary-eyed moon,

He sang to a distant Maltese;

Keeping time with his tail, he emitted a wail

In eleven malevolent keys.


When windows flew open and nightcaps leaned out,

He was thrilled to his flattered old roots,

And he took a deep bow when his mounting me-ow

Brought a thundering salvo of boots.

                                                              Grace Lawrence
                                           
"They cannot but recognize genius like mine!"

Thought Yelchior, dodging a shoe;

"Since they all stay awake for my talented sake,

I will now rend an encore or two!"

All evening he sang, but as dawn staggered in,

(Worn out by the concert, I guess),

He finished content, and he thought as he went:

"I am surely a howling success!"

                                                                                                   

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful, as always, Barbara =)

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  2. Thank you, Rhapsody! Sometime soon I'll be posting "The Laughing Willow," the poem that started our connection via Margo. Mother would be so happy to know she was that essential link.
    Do feel free to keep publishing any of her poems you'd like to. If you are able to insert the illustrations, that's fine, too--or I could send them to you in an attachment.

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