Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Just Weird Really

I saw a young baby out walking one day
And asked him to tell me the time.
He looked at his wrist, then he pulled out a coin
And flipped me a nonchalant dime.
"Time for you, man, to be getting along
And cease from impertinent queries.
Go buy yourself a pound of hard candy;
I'm off to spend time with my dearies."


Katherine said...

Very clever Mr Picklesworth... great poem!

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Why thank you Katherine.