Our neighbor, Mr. Brown,
came over yesterday.
He was yelling at my daddy
about the pothole in our lane.
'Surely the city should fix it!
Surely they know it's there.
It's the widest, deepest pothole!
Surely the city must care! '
I know Mr. Brown was angry,
and he's really a very nice man,
but why'd he call Daddy Shirley?
Some things I don't understand...
Interesting account of a weird situation. The poem suggested but did not specify and left the readers with the why as the child must been thinking too.
'And don't call me Shirley.'; -) I used that line a few times myself in verbal repartees. You use a child perspective with it though. ... So one must write a child's poem as a child? Amicalement votre, Ronberge.
... and why did Daddy call Mr Brown 'Yearite'? SeeJay, you're a tonic.
Very subtly done, and I love the Leslie Nielson 'Airplane' reference therein. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, C.J. Thanks for reading my work, as well. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nor do I. You have such a soft way of making a point. Rusty