Are You My Daddy
Field trip day
Science City
I get assigned the five best kids
Three of the wildest boys
One kept yelling “are you my daddy?”
to strange men.
They looked at him with sympathy,
Thinking something was wrong
Feeling badly for him
At first the other four laughed,
but after a while they got tired of it
I never did.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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