Some folks want to know a few things about me
Where do I begin? What’s intriguing? let’s see:
I can’t start my day if I don’t have a brew
Of English, Darjeeling, or Earl Grey, it’s true!
But I won’t turn you down if the coffee’s just made;
As long as its origin’s truly, Fair Trade.
I’ve been on adventures away from my home;
To Europe, at sixteen, but not yet to Rome.
I’ve travelled around all the lakes of Killarney,
And even bent backwards to kiss the Stone, Blarney.
I dated a dubious bunch in my youth;
Waded, through all sorts of sluggards, uncouth,
And finally connected with just the right mate;
Through, would you believe it? A telephone date!
My favourite films take place in the Wild West
I’m not a chick-flicker, (got that off my chest);
I love Henry Fonda, and Stewart, and Clint,
And even the recent revivals are mint.
I don’t have an interest in purses or shoes,
But I’ll buy out the chocolate and cheeses and booze!
I’m not a real lush, I don’t want you to think,
But Manolos won’t help if you need a stiff drink!
I once used to wear only black head to toe;
On weekends when dark came, to nightclubs I’d go,
With lipstick and liner extreme – Siouxsie-like;
I’d spurn all the boys with a stern “take a hike”.
There are teachers and nuns in my family tree;
If I hadn’t got married I’d probably be,
One or the other – I’d say, sisterhood;
A room of your own, peace and quiet – all good.
A pair of my gerbils so tragically “bought it”;
One chewed off his foot, when a spinning wheel caught it.
The second died badly (though now it’s slapstick)
At the hand of a school-kid who fumbled a brick.
Don’t try to call me or knock on my door
I screen all my calls, and salesfolk I ignore
If you want my attention, then drop me a line
I’ll be happy to answer your message, that’s fine.
You asked me for random and that’s what you get;
There’s plenty more stuff for the next round, don’t fret.
I hope that’s enough to give you just a glimpse,
Of the one called “The Kat”, (Oh, I also love shrimps!)
Kathleen Mortensen © 2008