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.