Cat's Talking Poem by George Hunter
Cat's Talking
There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
Now that you tell me I see that it’s true
How so much knowledge you could accrue
That is another thing I wish that I knew.
The more education you have the less you know
And another piece of information I could throw
Is that all this knowledge just makes me sadder
Now I realize it’s just mind over matter.
Which only means that if you don’t mind it don’t matter.
I like the imagery and the wordage but I think I must be reading it wrong as I seemed somehow to loose the rhythm and metre after the half way point. WHat am I not seeing?
I like the part about education about the most...specialization in something means probably knowing more and more about less and less...
Fun to read and re-read. I bet it was fun to write this kitty-ditty.
A lovely poem, that makes lighthearted, the heaviness of knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:47:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Out of a Cat's mouth I presume. Wonderful, George, you make me laugh But, it is sadly true - Education Does makes our wisdom dim! Angel