Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Rhyme

Let Me Touch You

When we were kids we used to like to tease
Don’t touch me because you are a disease
That would always get a few chuckles 
Until the victim said let me touch you with my knuckles

Don’t touch me now, fool, I just got a shower, can’t you see
Besides, if you touch me, I’m gonna smell like cat pee
If that’s the way you want it, if that’s what you insist
Then please before you go, let me touch you with my fist.

We were playing baseball and I was heading for home plate
Underneath the tag, my sliding was first rate
Safe, safe, safe I yelled to the catcher, please don’t cry
Before you go to the dugout, let me touch you in the eye

You can’t even touch me, it really makes no sense
You can’t come in my yard, I’m safe behind the fence
So why not go home and cry some more, you really are all talk
I can’t touch you with my hands, so let me touch you with this rock

Where’d you get that face, Are your mom and dad to blame
I can’t tell it from your backside, they both look the same
I’m going to play baseball, I’ve got my glove and hat
But before we start the game, let me touch you with the bat.

Kids can be so much fun whether it’s sunny or it’s raining
They aren’t little devils, they’re just little angels in training
They might make you laugh, or make your teardrops start
No matter what they do, they always touch your heart.

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Ali Matheny October 4, 2008 at 6:05 PM It's awesome I love it, it reminds me of when I was bullied. . .

Alana Tye September 26, 2008 at 11:30 AM OOPs! forgot to rate. Too bad it only goes to 7 cause it's a 10 for sure!

Alana Tye September 26, 2008 at 11:28 AM LOL Vince! Thanks for bringing a smile to my face today. I really needed it. Kids are a real hoot!

James Foulk September 17, 2008 at 12:11 PM oh yes this brought a smile or two. to be young again, this was a great poem enjoyed it.

Daver Austin September 11, 2008 at 4:59 AM This is a 10....vintage Vince. I always love to read your poetry because you have a great sense of humor and justice. Love, Daver

Deneen White September 10, 2008 at 4:35 PM thia is so true and kids can say the darndest things, nice write, take care D-nyce

Brian Strand September 10, 2008 at 12:09 AM they’re just little angels in training' so true Vince.Rgds Brian & thanks for your kind words

Derrick Burton September 9, 2008 at 9:11 PM All profits would go to the 50 poets best voted charity.

Derrick Burton September 9, 2008 at 9:07 PM this poem is real and touches all the spots of child hood. It also is street savvy as well, liked alot and reminds of philly. You are very talented and would love to have you featured in my book. warriors of poetry, Im serious no B.S.

Adell Foster September 9, 2008 at 1:08 PM LMBO, children say and do the darnedset things, this is a very touching read indeed my friend, the bat and the rock struck a chord with me. As child at away camp I was struck in the head with a bat by a bully girl called Puddy, who was jealous of my swimming cap. long story short being quite proficient at swinging a little slugger and very good with a sling shot :-) so when I retaliated, it wasn't pretty... As Bob would say "Thanks for the memories" God's Love and Many Blessings, Always, Adell

Jessica Swackhamer September 9, 2008 at 7:00 AM wow you have amazing poetry skillz, I've just began, no where near that good, and you liked my poem, WOW! I feel overwhelmed that some1 as good as your self could like something i wrote, thanks for the compliment, it brought lots of inspiration to keep writting.

Michael Jordan September 7, 2008 at 7:29 PM Vince you have truly out done yourself with this poem - What a fantastic closing stanza - My hat is off to you as I humbly take a bow - God Bless

Joseph Spence Sr September 7, 2008 at 2:52 PM Thanks for your thoughts and prayers Vince. They will do all the pre-ops on Monday. I see the doctors on Wednesday for the final instructions. This is a lovely poem. It flows very well and reminds me of those youthful days. I like the message. Great job! ~Joseph

Heidie Buys September 5, 2008 at 3:30 PM Always a joy to read your work. This one made me smile and cringe at the same time. Sure brought back memories. Regards Heidie

Kristin Reynolds September 5, 2008 at 12:04 PM Awww, yes, angels is training - is that what their called? lol. I had no siblings, but man can mine tease a blue streak! Awesome poem of childhood, love Kristin

Carrie Richards September 5, 2008 at 8:47 AM I think you must have lived on our street!We did the same kind of "stuff"!Mybrother and I always had this challenge when our cousins came to visit.As they were leaving, we'd poke them,and say "Got you last"..they would poke back and run to the car yelling "Got you last!".We would try to poke them through the open window saying "Got you last!" and so on..drove our parents crazy!If they rolled up the windows, my brother would lean over the parents in the front seat poking! Nonsence,but fun!~Carrie

Sharon Winter September 5, 2008 at 7:36 AM Yes, you have a way of doing that, bringing back childhood memories. This brings to mind the many ways my older brother would tease and torture me. For example. he used to sing "Whistle while you work, Sharon is a jerk" and many other endearing songs. : ) Of course, that's what brothers are supposed to do in childhood I guess. In all fairness, I do remember him being fiercely protective, too. Love your last verse with "angels in training". A fun read! Love, Shar