One Winter Night in August
by X. J. Kennedy
One winter night in August
While the larks stand in their eggs,
A barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood kneeling on his legs
At ninety miles an hour
He slowly strolled to town
And parked atop a tower
That had just fallen down
He asked a kind old police man
Who bit small boys in half
“Officer, have you seen my pet
Invisible giraffe?”
“Why sure I haven’t seen him,"
The cop smiled with a sneer
“He was just here tomorrow,
And he rushed right back last year”
“Now boy come be arrested
For stealing frozen steam!”
And whipping out his pistol
He carved some hot ice cream
Just then a pack of dogfish
Who roam the deserts snows
Arrived by unicycle
And shook the policeman’s toes
They cried, “congratulations
Old dear, surprise surprise
You raced the worst, so you came in first
And you didn’t win any prize!”
Then turning to the boyfoot bear
They yelled, “He’s overheard
What we didn’t say to the officer
(we never said one word!)
“Too bad boy, we must turn you
Into a loathsome toad!
Now shut your ears and liten,
We’re going to explode!”
But then with an awful holler,
That didn’t make a peep
Our ancient boy, age seven
Woke up and went to sleep.
1 comment:
Wow. Where did you get that?
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