Mister Oddity
He’s a strange kinda guy,
even he wouldn’t challenge that assertion
When you see him, you sense
something’s a bit off
But don’t bother asking him,
his appearance will tell you why
Wearing clothes that don’t color coordinate;
his socks are always either Oxford or silk,
and his bow ties are never fully clipped
He likes to arrange his peas and carrots
neatly in a row on his plate
And he feels strongly
that it’s a
necessary thing to discuss personal hygiene
on the first date
Mister Oddity is he ...
Head scratcher as a Mad Hatter can be
Trying to figure him out
will drive you crazy
He likes to mumble important reminders to himself;
he don’t mind taking a tumble,
pumping his cardio up from really getting after a ref
He’s an odd fellow indeed,
he’s a hard one to read
Sometimes his speech may not make sense to you and me,
and often at night he likes to talk to the owls in the tree
Apart from that,
he’s perfectly abnormal, absolutely
Mister Oddity,
lives strange and quite irregularly
But the one thing he loves to boast about the most
is his peculiar longevity:
He says he was born on the thirty third day
of the thirteenth month,
in the year
when Earth's second moon floated away
in the cosmic sea
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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