ODD

ODD

(FOR MY BEBBEE JENI WILLIAMS)

Every day I entertain myself by being just a little odd,

Doing just a little something to anger or ingratiate the gods.

Like going by an alias like Satan or like George,

Also known as Lucifer or the dude from Valley Forge.

Every day I like to spout a bit of syllogistic nonsense,

To leave folks scratching their bewildered heads wondering what I meant.

It livens up the morning and it sharpens up my wit,

And my friends they seem to humor me and don't seem to mind a bit.

Each day I play fast and loose with my strange version of the truth,

Like there's a monster underneath my bed with one lone vicious tooth,

All set to demolish me, an hor d'oeuvre upon a toothpick.

I throw these lies out randomly, hoping one will stick.

I have a friend named Baby or bebbee as she is known to me.

She has been with me through many a strange and sad calamity.

In fact so many calamities her real name should be Jane,

Though she swears that it is Jeni, or Martha when she's strange.

Sometimes she eats too much ice cream and it freezes up her brain.

I don't know why I tell you this, you must pinkie swear to keep it quiet.

Lest you anger my friend bebbee and start a mini-riot.

Every day I try to stretch my mind and commit some merry goof.

Some wicked bit of nonsense talk, some mindless little spoof.

It keeps the smile lines busy and holds back useless tears,

It keeps the wolf outside the door, stalking other prey than me,

It makes for a merry constitution, like a morning glass of sherry.

Some days I dress like Mr. Peanut and carry a cane for no reason,

As I stroll about my neighborhood in this or any season.

Some days I spy a pink elephant and have to run and hide,

Lest I suffer the weight of a horrible fate and be peeled and eaten alive.

Every day I entertain myself by being just a little odd,

Doing just a little something to anger or ingratiate the gods.

Like going by an alias like Satan or like George,

Also known as Lucifer or the dude from Valley Forge.

You should try it in your own life, we're like two peas in a pod,

And there's nothing ever really wrong with being a little odd.

-Bruce Potts

Revised Copyright 2015

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