I CAN’T Play hopscotch any more Nor skate across an icy floor. I know headstands would break my neck I drove my car and caused a wreck.
It’s hard to write a funny verse ‘Specially when you’re glum and terse. I wonder if I’ll ever see a poem sadder than my knee.
Oh I know it could be worse– I could have Trumpkin as my nurse, Pointing at me and saying he Would never make a pass at me.
BUT Now I don’t have to clean my plate Or remember to stand up straight Oh what fun to say shit and damn while chasing Mary’s little lamb.
Yet no one tucks me in at night or hugs me as my mother might. Home made peach ice cream’s the best I’d not swap it for all the rest.
I STILL KNOW Little Orphan Annie can say “Watch out for the Goblins today. They’re bigger than ever and terribly clever–”
Citizens United foretold The capitalist manifold That can squeeze you to death, Enjoying your last breath.
I guess there’s a Devil after all. Call him a Goblin, you say? But the evil’s outrageous, And even contagious!
GOOD LUCK For the next century– I’m outta here.
JUST JOKING Though not very funny, I guess. The whole thing’s a horrible mess. Oh I’m moved now to barf, Do watch out for the scarf!
NEXT SCENE Maybe it’ll be better after my next round trip down home. I’ll be pushing up sod Second only to God.
You watch; I’ll be back.