Sunday Comix (a poem)
2001-07-10 - 10:12 a.m.
It cought me by surprise yesterday (and subsequently dragged me into the shower where the Others where hiding) that I did not have a stored copy of this poem. It�s not one of Sarah�s best...in fact, it�s not really one of her good ones. But I like it, because it�s cute; and because it�s Me.
�jason�
my brother has a theory,
although he hasn�t proved it yet,
that the surface of the water
is the only part that�s wet.
and he rolls his eyes quite forward
to look you in the eye,
or he�ll get hit by a killer hush
that�s fallen from the sky.
he�s a curious fellow
who�ll do a little dance,
but never bend his knees
for fear of wrinkled pants.
the boy he loves his honey
i�m sure we all agree
and lemon juice and raspberries,
as anyone could see.
he likes to battle goblins,
and orcs are free of charge.
but if he�s looking for a comb,
through your door he�ll barge.
he has a funny head
with little curly wings,
the color of a flaming match,
or other flaming things.
he�s very tall and skinny,
a rather gangly youth.
he�s a mostly honest fellow
and usually tells the truth.
we share a secret tree house
where no one is allowed.
our secret club is s.n.o.t.
for reasons that we�re proud.
he�s been fishing in the rain
and done a little chant.
he�s caught his own night crawlers,
but with a heave and pant.
he�s allergic to a sun burn.
he puffs up like a toad.
and when sledding down a deep hill
in front is where he rode.
he makes little concoctions.
it�s obvious just why,
he likes the rush of sugar
while he�s shriveling up to die.
he says he has an i.q.
(and i don�t believe a word)
of one-hundred and fifty,
but this is what i�ve heard.
he always gets two pickles
when we go to micky d�s,
and tried to save a froggie
in his pocket before he�d freeze.
and when you�re going sledding,
as a driver he will please.
he makes it over all the rocks
and around most of the trees.
he has a cat named smeagol
a silly, follish name.
but we all call him bob-cat
and he answers just the same.
jason and his buddies
all look just the same.
they are members of a chess club,
and play some boring game.
he�ll make a little love note
out of something sweet,
with hearts and kissy lips besides,
that you can even eat.
so when you want to get wisked away
when looking for a fork,
just dial this number,
it�s 1-800-dork.
by Sarah D----. 1996.
