Vickie Hurtt - Thayer Poet Rhyme

Scummy Gummy Bears

"How about it daddy,"
show me the way,
how you roll that paper,
you make it slay.

"How about it daddy,"
you smell so funny,
is that the reason,
you look so crummy?

"How about it daddy,"
you sleep all day, 
you seem so grumpy,
I think you should pray.

"How about it daddy,"
Is it true what mommy say,
that you love smoking,
more than you love yahwey.

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Margaret Foster May 20, 2025 at 6:24 PM Through a child’s eyes. Full of questions. Wondering why. A sad little scenario. well written Vickie take care. Vickie Hurtt - Thayer July 29, 2026 at 5:26 PM Thanks Margaret!

Silent One May 6, 2025 at 12:47 PM Sounds like a childhood memory... I have not stopped writing... just dont post much on here.. Nice to see you still posting.. Hope all is well. Vickie Hurtt - Thayer May 11, 2025 at 11:10 AM It's good and then it's not. Think of you and love your poetry. You were my first subscriber and first comment I received was from you. Take care always! Vickie

Duke Beaufort May 6, 2025 at 10:03 AM Vickie, wonder what it is daddy is smoking. You take an interesting perspective looking at this from a child's point of view. There's quite a number of people who are medicating themselves with a variety of substances. Hard to know how this all ends. I've always thought we need an army of social workers rather than a military. Smiles!! Vickie Hurtt - Thayer May 11, 2025 at 11:11 AM Thanks Duke. You're right! Smiles back at you.

William HAYNES March 31, 2025 at 9:17 PM the smoker never sees the outcome good write Vickie Hurtt - Thayer April 1, 2025 at 12:28 PM Thanks for commenting, true.