Ellen Gwaltney Bales Poet Rhyme

A CAT NAMED STEVE

Old Steve was a marvelous kitty
But what happened to Steve was a pity
He was born in a barn
On a twelve-acre farm
His career was chasing the vermin
Long before he met Farmer Herman 
But the farmer had plans
To abandon his lands
And take Steve on the road
For a debt never owed

The dismay, the humiliation, the shame
No one but the farmer to blame
A talking cat!
Who would imagine that?
Poor Steve was in shambles
Through their countryside rambles
Forced into the spotlight
Performing was his plight
That is, until one precious night

The night he met lovely Hayden
The beautiful Calico maiden
It was love at first sight
Paw-in-paw they took flight
The farmer left holding the bag
And Old Steve, that scallywag
Well, he being feline
With his honey made a beeline
Not back to the farm
Where they might come to some harm
No, they fled to the city
Where Old Steve could just be a kitty.

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