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.