KATY, ONE GRAND
LADY
KATY, ONE GRAND
LADY
By
Carole Ann
Heaster
One night we met not long ago,
it may have been a month or so.
She'd been sick and poorly fed, so
eating just filled up her head.
The night was late but we both knew
you couldn't sleep, the urge to
chew was just too great, but
breakfast won't be served till 8.
So, try to sleep, my Katy did
but appetite such rest forbid,
and, I for sure, was hungry, too.
There was nothing we could do.
But wait till birds begin to sing
and six loud bells, the clock will ring -
e plan to wear our clothes so gay
when we go down to eat today.
We present downstairs, too early, true!
but, lo, there's waiting for us, Sue,
and many more who're hungry, too.
"It isn't time," we all were told
but yet our appetites unfold.
One by one their eyes show more of
strategies they have in store.
"We'll storm
the dining room and get
our breakfast, surely,
it's time? "
"Not yet!"
How can I tame this restless brood?
my harmonica is SONG, not food!
But play, I did, and don't you see
everyone sang songs with me.
hey sang at six and seven, late.
played my music - "Oh, but wait!"
he audience before me split -
at tables piled with food, they sit.
My Katy was the first one in
to dine on anything they'd bring.
Relief is finally at her side. so
Off to Burger King I ride.
For breakfast I could hardly wait,
but played my heart out at the gate of
someone else's dining room. "Please,
pass the food - forget the spoon.!
