An Orange Cat poem
One Day at a Sidewalk Cafe
"Where are we at?"
Said the blue-gray bat
To his pal, the orange cat.
The cat said neither dis nor dat,
ĎCept, "This hereís a place to eat,
A place to sit, a place to grow fat."
And the waiter, a dapper dandy of a gnat
Popped on his big black shiny top hat,
Came over, and said, "Iím Gnat, and Iím-at
Your service. The Special is Fricasea of Jiblat."
But the bat only wanted a kumquat.
Then the cat said, "First off I want lemonate;
Then Rat in a Hole; then Duck on a Mat;
For dessert whipped cream on Mouse ala Naturate."
The bat felt a little nervous and thought, ďOh-at
What have I got into? My pal the cat might give me a pat
With his claws, oh, dear, and squash me quite squat.
Mouse is a relative of mine, as is the Rat.
I just met this cat; isnít it strange how he sat
Down to eat, and eyed me so close," and at that
The bat hid under the table. ďWhere u-at?"
Asked the cat. "Are you in the teapot or the soup vat?"
"Nowhere," replied the bat; but the cat asked, "What?"
ďI said nowhere,ď said the bat, wondering Xactly Y-at
His palís deafness; said the cat, "Ah-ha, I see where youíre zat!ď
The bat flew away in a fright;
The gnat retreated out of sight;
The cat with a smile ever so bright
Went home and ate leftovers that night.
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Compliments of the Author: Debbie Bumstead