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!"