The Child Is Maladroit
The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.
Or he might slip and smack his head
against a glass display.
Let him stay until he’s grown
or he’ll ruin our day.
Remember once that just by chance
he broke don Cuervo’s toe
when he swung that baseball bat
and sudden let it go.
and hit don Cuervo who was sitting
in the front-row seat.
and how don Cuervo howled and cursed
and almost seemed to bleat.
Remember how he fell one day
and killed a suckling pig
when he was just about to taste
a ripening luscious fig
and lost his footing on a rock
and toppled from his perch
and landed on the piglet’s back
and caused the sow to dirge.
Or when he carried a long stick
pretending he could march
as if he held a rifle
and he skewered Mrs Marge.
and how she now is forced to wear
a gaudy plastic eye?
Please leave him here. He’s maladroit.
Or else someone will die.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/maladroit
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