| Little Man From Japan |
runs round in his power ranger underoos half naked spittin in my face his favorite object he will lose he looks around for it where it could be god only knows While screaming at the stupid dog who has just stepped on his toes He plants a smooch on my face then runs away as fast as he came he comes back ten minutes later only to do what hes done, the same He says, I got you a present which hides beneath the xmas tree which still stands in the living room To where I go out and see wrapped within a pillow case are treasures which he deems high then he asks so smugly if he can have ice cream and pie Not for breakfast, no siree you may not eat those sweets May i have ice cream and pie again is the only thing he repeats I tell him no and he begins to cry So i comfort him and give him a hug then he asks if he can play in the water with a sly little grin like a thugg The rain it pours down and he is afraid of the thunder and lightning that doth gleem off to his bedroom he walks to sleep to a fairyland within his dreams He awakes at the butt crack of dawn and wakes everyone in the house as i catch something outta the corner of my eye a little diseased ridden little mouse The dogs go wild trying to catch the rodent which does not belong but he runs away soo fast knowing his life wont last long The little man from Japan, laughs with an uproarious roar Laughs and laughs soooo very hard his tum afterwards is sore He tends to his day, as he did before playing in the dirty mud outback having to come inside later and wash the dirt away in his bath So you see this ends this ode bout him and his daily ways all the while Im Hoping that his hyperactivity is just a phase BACK TO POEMS |
| This poem is dedicated to my son, Austin... my little man from Japan |