Family Circle

I made a big decision a little while ago,
I don’t remember what it was, which prob’ly goes so slow
That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential
Even though it often might appear inconsequential.

I must have been distracted when I left my home because
Left or right I’m sure I went (I wonder which it was!)
Anyway, I never veered : I walked in that direction
Utterly absorbed, it seems , in quiet introspection.

For no reason I can think of , I’ve wandered far astray.
And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

Explorers are we, interepid and bold,
Out in the wild, amongst wonders untold.
Equipped with our wits, a map and a snack,
We’re searchin’ for fun and we’re on the right track.

My mother has eyes on the back of her head!!!
I don’t quite belive it but that’s what she said.
She explained that she’d been so uniquely endowed
To catch me when I do Things Not Allowed.
I think she must also have eyes on her rear.
I’ve noticed her hindsight is unusually clear.

At night my mind does not much care
If what it thinks is here or there.
It tells me stories it invents
And makes up things that don’t make sense.
I don’t know why it does this stuff.
The world seems quite wierd enough.

What if my bones were in a museum,
Where aliens paid good money to see ‘em?
And suppose they put me together all wrong,
Sticking bones onto bones where they don’t belong!

Imagine phalanges, pelvis and spine
Welded to mandibles that once had been mine!
With each misassemblage, error compounded,
The aliens would draw back in terror, astounded!

Their textbooks would show me in grim illustration,
The most hideous thing ever seen in creation!
The museum would commision a model in plaster
of ME, to be called “evolution’s disaster”!!

And patentologists there would debate
Dozens of treories to help posulate
How man survived for those thousands of years
With teeth covred arms growing out of his ears!

Oh I hope I’m never in such manner displayed,
No matter HOW much the aliens paid.

Now I’m in bed
The sheets pulled to my head
My tiger is makin’ the Z’s.
He’s furry and hot.
He takes up alot
Of the bed and he’s hogging the breeze.