Chris Allen Poet Free verse

Beach Ball In a Suitcase

So my son is knocking up
The alphabet at the worktable

He's onto the letter 'j'
(Should it have a hat or not?)

"Downward stroke, with a curl,
Then stab his face."

He's onto the letter 't'
(The Romans pronounced it 'tay')

"Downward stroke, then slap
Him across the mug."

The ancients kept reversing and
Rotating them

I do the same with my son
And as he's tucked into bed

I regret the bloodthirsty 
Language I used

Be careful what you utter
To a child

"Dad, I'm going to blow your glasses off."

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Ann Peck February 24, 2021 at 2:31 PM Thanks for the laughs! Each poem is great. Where IS this cafe you speak of? Chris Allen February 24, 2021 at 6:51 PM Hi Ann. Thank you for your kind comments. That cafe is still going, but due to the pandemic I've not been there for a while. I hope to return to it.

Caren Krutsinger February 2, 2021 at 7:47 PM This missive is innocent and delightful.

Darlene De Beaulieu February 2, 2021 at 5:23 PM Hello Christopher Allan, thank you for the humor, it is good to laugh. enjoy your evening my friend.