Dennis Lee

Rookie (1939-)

What Will You Be? - Poem by Dennis Lee

They never stop asking me
"What will you be?--
A doctor, a dancer,
A diver at sea?"

They never stop bugging me:
"What will you be?"
As if they expect me to
Stop being me.

When I grow up I'm going to be a Sneeze,
And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies.

When I grow up I'm going to be a Toad,
And dump on Silly Questions in the road.

When I grow up, I'm going to be a Child.
I'll Play the whole darn day and drive them Wild.

Comments about What Will You Be? by Dennis Lee

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (2/3/2008 10:34:00 AM)

    This one is just funny and joyful to read. This is the kind of thing
    you post anywhere. Nicely done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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