Goofy
When I was a kid, my hero was Huckleberry Finn,
his outlook, and conditions under which he lived,
especially his feelings about school,
I just knew, I had to get cool.
Devil be damned, it was a good way,
I would give it a try for a couple of days.
Off I went early on a summer morn,
after eight hours sleep; it was recommended,
in that day.
I set off to pirate and seek my way,
no plan, but high spirited anyway.
When mom discovered I was nowhere to be found,
she set the police to run me to ground,
did not take long, sitting on a bench,
barefooted, wearing dads old straw hat;
eating an apple from great aunties tree.
Yep, Huckleberry would be proud of me.
When I got home, the reaction,
not quite what I dreamed, no girl in the end,
I got brained instead; figured I had better find
another hero before I got dead.
Now my hero is most like me,
his name is Goofy.
Copyright © Mac Mcgovern | Year Posted 2010
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