April 24, 2014

• Kibble

  In front of the classroom
  her hands covered in chalk dust
  the freckle faced redhead
  scribbles on the blackboard
  our secret code for all to see

  No one knows what she really means
  when she writes 1 + 1 = 3
  no one knows at all
  except me...

  On Sunday we'll get together
  go dancing round the church
  On Sunday we'll get together
  go dancing round the church

  Out in the garden
  kitty captures
  butterflies
  Out on the lawn
  wasp stings doggy
  on the nose

  The freckle faced red head cries
  "Mama,  they all made fun of me"
  waiting by her window
  waiting for her hero
  still the chalk dust covers her hands

  "But one and one does make three"
  Does no one understand her but me?

  On Sunday we'll
  go dancing round the church
  and on Sunday we'll
  go dancing all around the church

  She parts her lips
  and breaths a deep long sigh
  fogging up the window
  looking for her hero high up in the sky

  Some Sunday we'll go dancing
  Some Sunday we'll go dancing
  After we get out of church

  The kitty dines on its tender vittles
  the doggy on kibble and bits
  Sister erases the blackboard
  The chalk dust falls from her wrists

  Sundays come and go
  we never danced that dance
  1 + 1 = 3
  Nobody understood that
  except me

   

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