The Catalogue
A children’s catalogue arrived
Along with other mail.
I don’t know why I got it;
That ship long ago set sail.
Of course, I am a nana;
There are grandkids I can spoil,
Although the sky-high prices
Made me shudder and recoil.
But what I found intriguing
Were some strange accessories
Which the editors decided
Would some city children please.
In a group of knitted pillows
For an urban habitat
Were a taxi and a hot dog
And a pigeon and a rat!
I’m as citified as anyone
But really, who’d presume
That a kid would want a rat
(Even one knitted) in his room?
Guess the editor decided
That such things are New York cool
Yet to this Manhattan nana,
It’s a choice made by a fool.
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