Stranger Talk

By Kathryn Taylor

"What sweet, adorable kids!

You must be ever so proud,

To be blessed with these angels,"

Says a voice from out of the crowd-

"You're quiet as a fieldmouse

and so very well behaved,

I bet that you are also

So strong and oh, so brave!

I'm sure you help your mom a lot,

And do your homework too,"

On and on the stranger goes,

Telling her lies to you-

What do you think as she rambles on,

My sweet, little, RAD darling?

Do you think she'd believe a word,

If I told her everything?

For a moment or two, I fantasize

And imagine just what I'd say,

As I reflect on the deeds you've done

To turn my dark hair grey.

"Adorable, yes," I'd say to her,

"and proud that they hide so well

their dirty, nasty underwear,

and what good lies they tell-

Angels to all, except for us,

For we only get their horns,

As they plot their little evil deeds

And unleash on us their scorn-

Yes, they're quiet and sneak around

And steal all that we've saved-

I know they're strong cause it's me they hit,

But I'm the one whose brave-

Yes, its true, they do help me

Right out of my comfort zone-

It really makes me long for the time

When they will both be grown-

Homework for them is easy enough,

But there's one thing I don't get,

How it is they get the dog

To eat so much of it."

Then I awaken from my dream,

Turn to the stranger and say,

"Thank you for the compliments,

and have a wonderful day!!"

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