I’m at Ma and Pa’s place
North of Oklee Doklee
In the land of Agassiz
I’m sitting at the kitchen counter
And my parents keep trying
To chat with me
And finally I had to say
But I gotta write my rhyme!
I’m a serious poet!
And I’m running out of time!
So here ya go, here ya be,
Now I’m sitting at your table
Keeping you company
I’m over here in the hinterlands
Where the ground has a dusting of snow
Cuz yesterday was Grampa’s birthday
He turned ninety-six, you know
My mom just looked over my shoulder
And came up with that last line
Damn her! Don’t she know?
These poems are supposed to be all mine!
A little fairy-gnome just chillin like a villain in my mom’s garden.
