For my grandson & his mom- 1990


When talking on the telephone
The kid gets out of sight
An' before too long
You're gonna see
That things ain't flyin' right

The house soon goes a-humping
The kid is ridin' hard
An' things go a-flyin'
Here an' there-
When he's cuttin' up a card

The kid is such a whiz kid
He whizzes all around
Ridin' on a lightning bolt
A-covering too much ground

He rides every thunderstorm
He's the whirlwind's child
An' talkin' on the telephone
Sure makes that kid go wild

He often digs in with his spurs
He's ridin' an upward course
But it's your lap he's onto
So you're the beat-up horse

You're talkin' up a blue streak
Also, countin; up to ten
Seems his hard ridin' is now done
Cause he's killed the line again

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-23 at 21:06

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Helen, I love this work of yours!