Mother Said He Was a Loon

Harry was a yelp and a skip and laugh every day.
His clothes were red, and his voice a cackle.
He made the kids jump, and he made them play.
He was nuts, the grown ups said.

But I was a lad, and loved him better than my Uncle Mot.
He was hilarious, told jokes, and stories about hangings.
He made my day better, and he listened and he taught.
He was a loon, my mother told me.

So if he is a loon, this man who made me happy
This guy who made me smile and feel good, even great.
Then I want to be a loon too, a nut-bucket, a crazy.
Because he was the best, a guy truly first rate.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kiser Avatar
March 18, 2019 at 11:25 AM
I know of someone people labelled like that; they're usually the wise ones.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 18, 2019 at 2:18 PM
I like them the best; they are all my favorites!
Allison Avatar
March 18, 2019 at 9:08 AM
sounds like a simple kind of man Caren some may think he's loony others would see him as a kindred spirit:-) hugs Jan xx
Krutsinger Avatar
March 18, 2019 at 2:18 PM
I am raising my hand; I believe you know my vote, Jan.
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