When You See a Stranger

A bit of silliness for the kids. Prosody is a bit off and there are inconsistencies stanza-to-stanza, but luckily, kids don't notice

When You See a Stranger

A question for kids

 

 

You see a stranger on the street

Where would you go, if you wore his feet?

 

Is he kind to his children? Is he nice to his wife?

Or is his day troubled…and filled with strife?

 

With what kind of treat does he end his meal?

Is it ice cream and pie, or crackers with eel?

 

Is reddish purple his favorite hue?

Or greenish red, all mixed with blue?

 

Does he drive a car or row a boat?

Fly an eagle…or ride a goat?

 

How does he get where he hopes to be?

Perhaps he swings from tree-to-tree?

 

Is his family nice or zombie-esque?

Do they call to talk or only text?

 

Do they read a book or do they dance?

When danger calls do they take a chance?

 

But, asking that, a thought occurs.

Would they like your world?

Would you like theirs?

Reviews

[Ms claws]

What is wrong with everybody? We are supposed to be enjoying life!
WHY pick and jab over the smallest things?
Writers' are the most imaginative people in the world!
Can't we just get along? We have a site here that gives us FREEDOM!
If you don't like something here, then, please go somewhere else!
I think this write is awesome! Thanks for posting, When You See a Stranger by JayG.

[Timeless]

Hah! Eternity anyone can do a Google reverse image on your picture and see it's a stock photo. That's not you. What's the point of using that girl's image. Either use your own image or don't use any. Poetry should speak for itself anyway. Why you lying? Are you that ugly and desperate that you have to steal a picture of a beautiful girl, just for random old men to give you any attention to you garbage poetry? Tf

[Timeless]

You do! You fuckn predator. Stealing pictures of girls you disgusting pig!

[Mila]

This fic has completely stolen my heart

[Mysilentembrace]

This felt like I was reading a dr Seuss like story teaching children of empathy and perspectives of others.

[Brad Dehler]

I think you are very accurate here!

[The Guneven]

It really makes me wonder, if you can write a poem with zest, why is it then, that you can't craft prose from zest? Is it that you're hiding something, under a yellow sun, where Superman died under a yellow sun, or is it that you haven't have written under a yellow sun, where Superman died that day, or the Daredevil roamed that day, and all under a yellow sun or storm? More cloudy weather to come? Or is it that you don't understand language or the weather? I surmise you don't understand me, or the cloudy weather, where Superman or the Daredevil roamed under a cloud or stormy weather or a fog, or sailed the Seven Deadly Seas, and, "Arrr," he said from the ship, floating along the seas, or continued along their way, through the storm, or wreckage of their lives, regardless of the storm or the cloudy weather, but we'll see. I surprise you don't understand a single thing, about much of anything, muchless about language or the weather, or Superman or the Daredevil. "Fight this fight, but we'll see," said the Devil, riding the Seven Deadly Seas, and Leviathan arose from the sea, like a giant sea serpent, and said, "Be as you are," and the seas decended upon the land like a leviathan. And mankind was ruined.

[Mysilentembrace]

I LOVED what you wrote here. Word choice and imagery were masterful!

[Brad Dehler]

Ditto to Mysilentembrace