WOTD: SILLY
Posting a fun poem I wrote a long while back. I still really like it. Hmmm–maybe it will turn out to be the first piece for a future book of kid’s poetry….
Anyway, here’s hoping it gives you a little chuckle…and full permission to be as silly as you want to be!
Agape
P.S. Hi, Jean!
THINK
by Tameka Fryer Brown
I’m mad at Mom. I’m mad at Dad.
They took out every toy I had
and left me in here
all alone
to “think” they said.
I should have known
that when they huddled up
and talked
my goose was cooked.
I should’ve walked—
no ran outside and down the street
to A.J.’s house.
We’d hide and eat
up in his room.
We both like cheese
so we’d eat that
and play with Weeze,
‘cept he’s
a dog that likes to drool
and when you’re eating, that’s not cool.
So nix the dog.
A.J. and me,
we’d eat and then we’d try to see
Trey’s house
(which sits on Main and Pope)
through A.J.’s brother’s telescope.
But as we did,
we just might spy
his grouchy neighbor, Mrs. Blye,
do something that is really gross—
like pluck her chin or
pick her toes
or worse…
hock in her witches brew
and pour it in a bowl marked “STEW”
that looked just like the stew she’d brought
to cure the cold AJ had caught
last week.
He’d scream
and then we’d duck
too late.
She’d see us—
More good luck!
Then she’d come over, ring the bell
looking mad and
quick to tell
his mom
that we were peeping through
her window—
which would not be true—
but even still, she’d call MY mom,
who’d tell my dad,
who’d seem real calm…
but then, they’d huddle—
and today,
I’d still be in here anyway!
So while I’m “thinking”, guess I ought
to think about
not getting caught!
