Monday, April 4, 2016

C is for Teenage Heartache Poured Out in Poetry

I'm doing the A-to-Z Blog Challenge.

Today is for C, and C is for CAT, which on the surface seems elementary, but this particular post is not going to be good. In fact, it's going to be like a bad emo knock-off of Shel Silverstein.

I'm digging into my high school poetry, verses from the era when I mourned the loss of many kitty cats.

You see, I grew up on an acreage surrounded by cornfields. We needed a large population of cats to keep the mice under control. But for a period of about four years, it seemed sending a cat to my house was akin to sentencing it to death.

Life in the country was tough for my favorite felines, and those who were not hearty enough usually perished within a few years. Some of them died under the oddest of circumstances.

In response to the kitty genocide that seemed to take place at my childhood home, I wrote this really bad dirge to my deceased fuzzy friends during my sophomore year of high school.

I would say, "Enjoy!" but that would be about as morbid as a high school girl writing poems about dead cats.


Cat Troubles

My name is not important
Neither are my jobs
I used to have a cat
I used to call him Hobbes

One day he grew up
And much to my dismay
He got hit by a car
Later that same day

Tho' I was sad and dreary
Just because of that
I gathered all my money
And I bought another cat

This one was white and beautiful
I kept her in the house
But she became so skinny
She was eaten by a mouse

Then I got a frisky cat
I called her that by name
But one day she jumped in the tub
And swirled right down the drain

The next was fat and lazy
He just laid there on his back
His cholesterol got so bad
That he had a heart attack

Then I had a kitten
I named her Betty Lou
But she got sick and later died
Of complications from the flu

The last cat that I had
I lost him in the fog
So I said to hell with cats
And I got myself a dog.

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Ever wonder what might happen if a modern-day Cinderella story got crossed with an episode of Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew? Find out in Kathryn Harris' contemporary novel, THE LONG ROAD TO HEAVEN.

1 comment:

Laurel Wanrow said...

Oh dear! I hope you've had better luck with the dogs! But it does look like you're having fun with your Ato Z challenge!