Once upon a time On a piece of yellow paper with green lines, Johnny wrote a poem And he called it "Blackie" Because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door And read it to his aunts. That was the year Father Howard Took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born With tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl down the street sent him a valentine And signed it with XOXOs And he had to ask his ather what the X's and O's meant And his father was alway there to tuck him in at night. Once upon a time On a piece of white paper with blue lines John wrote a poem And he called it "Winter" Because that was the name of the season And his teacher gave him an A And asked him to write more neatly And his mother didn't hand it on the kitchen door Because of the new paint And the kids told him that Father Howard smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes the butts would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses With thick lenses and black frames And the girl down the street laughed When he asked her to the carnival And the kids told him why his mom and dad kissed a lot And his father would get mad When he begged to be tucked into bed. Once upon a time On a torn piece of paper Jonathon wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" And that as the question about his girlfriend And his teacher gave him an A And a strange steady look And his mother didn't hand it on the kitchen door Becuase he never showed her That was the year Father Howard died And he forgot the end of the Lord's prayer That was the year he caught his sister Making out on the back porch And his mom and dad never kissed or even talked And the girl down the street Wore too much makeup and too short skirts And at 2 a.m. he tucked himself into bed, His father snoring loudly. That's why on the back of a brown paper bag He tried another poem And he called it "Absolutly Nothing" Because that's what is was about And he gave himself an A A slash on each wrist And he hung the poem on the bathroom door Becuase this time he couldn't reach the kitchen.
Reason for writing:
Just thought that it would make an interesting poem. Not my best work at all, not my usual writeing style either, but I just wanted to see what people thought about this one.
Birth sign: Libra
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