If you were lucky enough
to have a little sister
I hope you were kinder
to her than the boy
who took wicked
delight in filling her
days with assorted pokes
pushes and taunts all
designed to make her
cry or at least yell for
mother
If you were a nasty
little turd like that
I hope one afternoon that when
the two of you were playing
with Lincoln Logs and
you were up to your
usual meannesses
to have a little sister
I hope you were kinder
to her than the boy
who took wicked
delight in filling her
days with assorted pokes
pushes and taunts all
designed to make her
cry or at least yell for
mother
If you were a nasty
little turd like that
I hope one afternoon that when
the two of you were playing
with Lincoln Logs and
you were up to your
usual meannesses
she picked one up and broke
it over your head
Lord
knows I had it
coming
it over your head
Lord
knows I had it
coming
Too funny!
ReplyDeleteI've come to really like the relaxed form of your poems--no punctuation and line breaks wherever you like (I'm sure there's method). It very well fits the story-telling nature of your poems.