I was walking down a beautiful road
And minding my own business at that
When a young boy not of four
Came up the other way
Sucking on his little sucker
Looking serenely at his mother
Look at that fat uncle he said
And sniggered at his mother
And his mother said
“you do not call “fat” people
Fat young one .. mind your manner”
And smiled at me as if
She had just done the greatest thing
On the planet earth
Affronted I was at what she said
More so than what the little child
Commented in his innocence
I presumed
I could not help saying
“Excuse me madam
But what is that supposed to mean?”
She was a little frightened at my
Strong baritone I presumed
For she blinked her eyes twice
And looked at me with a smile
The smile gave way to laughter
An uncontrollable laughter at that
My blood was now boiling
What a rude lady at that
I was going to say things
And yet the gentle me won out
For there was a young one in the vicinity
But something had to be done
I looked at her sternly and said
“ Madam please… think of what
Example you are setting for the young one..”
My look must have scared her a little
For she started controlling her laughter
And I thought a lesson I had taught her
And was feeling a little smug
And then I heard her say between her
Controlled bouts of laughter
“your zipper sir…”
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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