In the big men's department, a boy became stuck in an overall. He did not hear his screaming mother, when she would call. He said, "look at the size of these large pants!" "They are huge! We are the size of small ants!" His worried mother went for help to the nearest clerk. The clerk seemed unconcerned; what a lousy jerk. So, the boy made a loud noise, like a loud screech. I said, "are you ok? Have you lost you speech?" Through the big bloomer section, we ran at full speed. Customers must have throught we were a strange breed. This had to come to a close, as we did our last dart. When our mothers caught us and placed us in a hand cart. His mother said, "why are you acting so flippant?" My mad mother said, "come here, you; this instant!" Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This poem is about a couple of boys running around in the
big men's department havig fun. This is from my book, "When
It's Ok To Be Crazy!" Marva L. Dowdin
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