Hey mister, you're a freakA Poem by Jack...Nonesense...the sequel
Hey mister, you’re a freak I gave my son a wagon and boy he had such fun Until I came to realize I did not have son I asked about his mother, he said they called her Stan yes, she was a woman had a name just like a man 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
He looked up at me funny A squint had found his eyes Today was kind of sunny Oh what pack of lies Well now I must be going Although I’d like to stay Albino crows were crowing The time had 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 whispered, no denying hey mister, you’re a freak
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Added on March 5, 2014Last Updated on March 6, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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