Humor

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"Stomping in the Puddles"
3/15/06

Stomping in the puddles, & splashing my brother,
just gave me a laugh what'n quite like no other,
He's chase me around, & gonna beat on my head,
You should've seen his face turning red!

I'd laugh and I'd laugh, till he caught me that is,
Then I'd get my "come-uppings" and he would get his,
Being the imp of the family, and the runt of the litter,
I always was clowning, but no-one was bitter.

See we were just kids, trying to have a good time,
and no-one had brothers and sisters like mine,
Yeah we fought with each other, but I clue you in mister,
Ain't nobody better touch my brothers or sisters.

We wore patched up ole' jeans and butt-raged shoes,
our popsicle sticks made airplanes that flew,
we made rings and bracelets from lighting bug tails,
scared our sisters with frogs, with snakes and with snails.

We all grew up so poor, my sisters and brothers,
but everyone envied our love for each other,
We're old now I know, but let me just share,
come around us for long, you'll see our love is still there.

When I pass by a puddle I still want to stomp,
but they give me that look, like "it's better you don't,"
O' I look and I grin but I pass it on by,
Now I watch my grand kids do the same thing as I.

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