Robert N Hope
You can't write poetry on the computer. ~Quentin Tarantino
When I build a house
When I build a house,
What a house it will be
Yes when I get to choose
It will be up in a tree
In a tree with a trunk
Seventy-two feet around
So that there’s plenty of room
Way up off the ground
The only way into
My house in the tree
Will be a jiggily ladder
Made especially for me
The house that I build
Will go clear up to the sky
Have hundreds of windows
And paper airplanes to fly
The first floor would be
My pool, of course
And right next to my pool
I’ll stable my horse
There’ll be lots of room
For my cat and my dog
With a turtle and snake
Underneath a big log
The next floor is where
I’ll keep all my toys
Stacked up in each corner
All made just for boys
Above that will be
A sport court with hoops
And a bike track around it
With 2 loopty-loops
On top of my gymnasium
A big room for my TV
The size of an elephant
My TV will be
I’ll have a big sofa
With games made just for me
All the best movies
And they’ll all be 3-D
And when I get hungry
There’d be an auto-snack maker
An ice cream dispenser
And a warm-cookie baker
And when I get thirsty
I’ll have a nozzle on a hose
Turn the knob for a drink
And splash there she goes
My bathroom I’ll put
In back on the side
And the bath would connect
To the pool with a slide
A bedroom beside it
With a trampoline bed
And the ceiling so high
I won’t hit my head
Yes, my bedroom would be
Up way, way high
With roof made of glass
So I can look at the sky
And the last thing would be
A super fast zip line
To the big tree one over
And the family that's mine!
When I was a Boy
When I was a boy
I had me a mother
It seemed pretty clear
That I'd not get another
To a family with a son
Not too handsome or bright
They would need a new boy
To make everything right
So into this world
In a world without Bob
It was a sad situation
Until mom did her job
What a fine job she did
My mother brought me
A bright shining genius
Doing higher mathematics at 3
Her job was complete
At least she thought so
When a sister pops up
Goodbye status quo
She loved all her children
No more one than the other
But it was clear I was most precious
To my little mother
When I was just 4
She pushed me to school
I went kicking and crying
With my trusty slide rule
And thus to school I would go
And for 16 more years
Not a care in the world
Without any more tears
My mother made certain
Our home was a happy one
She'd make us good food
That was second to none
I played and played
With my sister and brother
She made us all happy
Did my little mother
She taught me card games
And gave me haircuts
She'd go watch me at sports
Where her cheering was nuts
She'd take me to Sears
To the dank bargain basement
Looking for options
For my siblings' replacement
All finished with school
She saw us all marry
Soon grandchildren arrived
The first one most hairy
Along came some more
2 Maus and 4 Hopes
All pretty handsome
And none of them dopes
For 56 years
She'd been a good wife
My dear little mother
Had a wonderful life
The years hurried past
And my mom she grew old
Her body gave in
But her heart stayed pure gold
And when she grew tired
Her time had run out
She left this world richer
There could be no doubt
So I lost my dear mother
She'd done all she could
To raise me from baby
To full-blown adulthood.