The Katydid

The Katydid by Payson Sibley Wild

A sweltering, mosquito-plagued night drives the speaker to distraction: heat, barking hounds, braying jackasses, and crying Little Willy already fray his nerves before a katydid in a nearby elm starts up its rasping, mechanical screech. He rails at its grating three-beat cry of "She did!" and begs it to change its tune, finally ordering it killed; by morning, relieved, he learns Katy has died.

By Payson Sibley Wild · First published 1918 · Genre: Poetry, Dialect/Folk Poetry, Humorous/Comic Poetry · 590 words

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Skeeters pest'rin', / Bites a-fest'rin', / Merc'ry ninety-four; / Feelin' groggy, / Piller soggy, / Makes me tur'bel sore.

Rollin', groanin', / Tossin', moanin', / Hotter 'n eggs a-fryin'; / Houn' dawg yellin', / Jack-ass hellin', / Little Willy cryin'.

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insects · katydid · summer · heat · insomnia · frustration · rural setting · humor · dialect poetry · vernacular · nature sounds · nighttime

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