Tiptoe Through My Tantrums

(This poem can be sung to the melody of the 1929 song "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Al Dubin and Joseph Burke.)

 

D.T.:

Tiptoe through my tantrums,

Through my tantrums--my reality.

Come tiptoe through my tantrums with me.

 

Tiptoe through my chaos,

For my chaos is a guarantee

If you stroll through my chaos with me.

 

If things do not go my way,

I'll try to ruin your day.

 

Don't try to boss me, double-cross me

Or defy me, if YOU do you'll be

Wrapped up in my chaos with me.

 

If you don't like what you hear,

That's tough 'cause I won this year!

 

Do what I tell you

If you don't you'll be up a tree.

So tiptoe through my tantrums with me.

 

-by Bob B (12-17-20)

(Image from Internet. Source unknown.)

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm old enuf to remember Tiny Tim & his tulips clear as a bell. How can I not read "big-baby-at-the-resolute-desk" into your poem? Especially knowing your ranting inclinations. I applaud you for making this subtle enuf & symbolic enuf so that it really does NOT read like a political rant AT ALL. When I first started reading you, I loved your messages, but I could see how it would put about 30% of the population off, due to complete lack of political restraint. I find it challenging to write about the political climate in such a way that EITHER SIDE could see their own point of view in it. That's the beauty of this piece, done far more professionally & subtly than anything else of yours I've read (even tho I don't mean to diminish any of your strong, straightforward, opinionated pieces!) Fondly, Margie

[Bob B]

Yes, thanks for reminding me. That image of the big baby at the desk is so telling. Yes, sometimes I can be subtle. But as you know, often that isn't my goal. LOL!