Poem by Bobby Goosey, "Reflections Upon Turning Ten"

 

Bobby Lee Goosey

 

Reflections Upon Turning Ten

Living in a daze, in a daze nowadays,

Living in a double-digit daze.

Thought I’d live forever

In the single-digit phase,

Thought I’d be forever young,

But years and months and days

Have vanished like a moist cold drop

Of mistdrip in the haze.

 

Since my birthday (now I’m ten)

I’m living in a daze,

Getting old, decrepit, muddled,

Getting older, weak, befuddled,

Just a double-digit widget,

Here I sit and squirm and fidget,

Nine more decades: triple-digit!

Living in a double-digit daze.

Nonsense Poem by Bobby Goosey, "My Resistance Is Down"

 

Bobby Lee Goosey

 

My Resistance Is Down (And So Am I)

 

My resistance decided to fall today;

It fell plumb flat on the ground.

And all of the germzies came out to play:

They jumped on the chump they’d found.

 

I tried to resist but I couldn’t resist;

My resistance was flat on the ground.

And all of them germzies refused to desist,

Till they’d flayed me and laid me right down

(Beside my resistance, plumb flat on the ground).

 

Now we lie here together, we groan and we cuss;

Why can’t we get up and run free?

Them germs is a-romping and stomping on us,

My laid-out resistance and me,

My romped on and stomped on,

My played out and flayed out,

My dead beat resistance and me.

[from Bobby Goosey's Compendium of Perfectly Sensible Nonsense]

This poem is dedicated to Mac Jack Bowie on his tenth birthday.