He was the first pyromaniac cat I had ever met.
Some said he was too focused, too intense.
I thought he was brilliant, and yet….
I was terrified of his logic, it made lots of sense.
He had quite a following, I joined his cult right away.
He had barrels of petrol and gasoline too
We all wanted our own matchbooks, we wanted to play.
I ended up in prison, tried blaming him too.
He somehow escaped all blame, he was a whiz.
At passing the buck, persuading others to do his bidding.
I wish I had never listened and done all of his biz.
I blame him totally. Okay. Who am I kidding?
The Astonishing Robert Wadlow
By Elton Camp
At Robert’s birth, his family smiled
As they welcome an 8.5 pound child
But soon any real normalcy was gone
His pituitary made too much hormone
Doctors of the time couldn’t do a thing
So an acceleration in growth it did bring
At eight years old, he was six feet tall
While other third graders were small
Finally, he lacked an inch being nine feet
Many house ceilings his head would meet
Despite many hardships, he did all he could
To maintain a degree of normal childhood
Matchbooks and stamps Robert collected
And to join the Boy Scouts he elected
But he had so little sensation in his big feet
Eventually at an infection his death did meet
Despite his size, he was a man gentle and kind
Even today, his hometown keeps him in mind
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