Hey mister, you're a freak

I gave my son a wagon

and boy he had such fun

I don’t know why I’m bragging,

I do not have son

 

I asked about his mother,

he said they called her Stan

Named after her brother,

and second Cousin Jan

 

And then he said, hey mister,

with comets in your hair

Do you have a sister,

and could her name be Claire?

 

I said, I don’t remember,

what difference does it make?

Ask me in December,

that I just can't fake

 

I think she married Lenny,

the guy with crooked teeth

He liked to call her Jenny,

it gave him some relief

 

But she was not related,

we found her at the door

We stood there and debated,

then asked her in for more

 

He looked up at me funny,

a squint had found his eyes

Today was very sunny,

behind the clouded skies

 

His jeans were kind of tattered

and sneakers sat untied

Not that that really mattered

and then his voice replied

 

Well now I must be going,

although I’d like to stay

I hear the rooster crowing,

the time has come to play

 

He thanked me for the wagon

and rolled off down the lane

I think to fight a dragon

I just can not explain

 

When then I heard him sighing

while tiny wheels did squeak

He shouted, no denying

“Hey mister, you’re a freak”

Reviews

[lightsong]

The title had me smiling at first, so as I was reading,utill I reached the end, I couldn't but feel sad, and all the images that You painted inside our heads changed. for me it seems that the Mister is living in his own world where he believes he has a son, knocking reality... he is lonely.

[willweb]

Thank you so much. I truly appreciate your visit and kind words to me. It actually was just a random thought that passed through my mind and I wrote a poem around it. It really holds no significant meaning, though I can see your point on this and it does feel a bit sad. I was really just shooting nonsensical fun. : )

[lightsong]

writing senseless sometimes do have benefits... it makes us feel free and careless, so why not ? :>