Almost Four

You don’t play
with kids much
,
my son said.

Yes, I do,
I said to
my son.  Yes.

No, you don’t.
You eat much,
my son said.

O.K.  I’ll
play right now!
Damn it – now.

Jacob shoved
Captain Hook
in my face.

Captain Hook,
You are bad.
Go to Jail.

I escaped.
My son yelled,
No! Oh!  Oh!

We did this
again till
I got bored.

 

Penya Sandor

What it Means to Be Quirky