A freaky-Friday poem for your amusement…

“What On Earth Am I Going To Do, Mother?”

a weird poem by Robbie Lewis Lowe

I bolted the doors
and shuttered the windows,
hid my head in my pillows —
but, Mother dear, it’s all in vain.

They see through the walls.
Yes, I know you’re quite sad,
But they’re mean and they’re mad
‘Cause you went and shook your red cane!

What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Guess I better go paint the barn blue!

They come in their spaceships
imposing their weird rules,
and their Cosmic Police cruise
for that color to eradicate.

I warned Daddy, “Keep your
red cap out of sight!”
But he said he had a right.
Now, for Daddy it is too late!

But, what-on-earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Guess I better paint everything blue!

When they light from their spaceships,
they’re clumsy as all heck.
Our planet’s a big wreck.
Oh, those Cosmic Bullheads!

Their horns are transmitters
for reporting violations
of their Bullhead regulations,
and, boy, they hate red!

So, what-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Better start painting everything blue!
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About RobbieAnnLewis

To me, words are like garden plants -- if planted in the right places, well-weeded, lovingly coaxed and given light, they will feed mind and spirit. I live with my boyfriend -- a man who has his own way with words -- by a bay on the Texas Gulf Coast.
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1 Response to A freaky-Friday poem for your amusement…

  1. Quyncee says:

    Like I might be a kid but I enjoy poems

    Like

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