The Giant and My Son
I married Jane sister of Glen
His my best imaginary friend
And now we have a son
When it came to children we wanted only to have one
Anyway, here is a true story of something that happened when he was four
By the way I am not writing about the funnies anymore
My son was playing outside one day
Mmmm I think it was around the middle of May
All of a sudden he came running in soaked and began to cry
So I ran to him and asked him the reason why?
He said he was playing and having imaginary tea
Then this giant came over and, and weeeeed on meeeeeee!!!
“What?” I said
Horns were growing out my head,
My eyes were red
Axe in one hand, baseball bat in the other
Through gritted teeth I say “I’m going to kill this mother.” (No swearing Sid)
Outside, inside I’m soaked through
My son cries out “He got you too.”
Now from all this commotion
My wife comes down stairs, moving like a locomotion
With a blow dryer in one hand and a curling brush in the other
Here came “Don’t you dare mess with my Son’s” mother
Like a woman possessed
Still sporting her night dress
I even saw Satan cower in the corner
But hey, before I could warn her
Out, in, it must have been two seconds at that
She was standing in the kitchen looking like a wet rat
I began to laugh and my son said “IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”
“HE GOT ME, HE GOT YOU AND NOW HE GOT MUMMY”
Then my son got all brave which made me proud
He opens the door and shouted out loud
“PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE YOU BIG RAIN CLOUD”
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
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