Untitled Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Rapping my eardrums came the lofty laugh
Of a little boy as I carried myself
Out of my old car on an older road,
To squash me like a reeky dump truck load.
In a shabby doorway was sheltering
This young sage of an urchin hectoring
Before his quacking column of young drakes
“That’s a stupid man. I make no mistakes.”

About me what enthused him I couldn’t see
Whose six-year-old scorn for the bespectacled
Did plain to my averting eyes look, though.
Oh, Child! My father thou art. May it be!
But wheth’r or not your head still need be knuckled
When reaching adulthood you’ll have to show.