“Now, boy, come be arrested For stealing frozen steam!” And whipping
out his pistol,“Why, sure, I haven’t seen him.” The cop smiled with a sneer.
“He was just here tomorrow And he rushed right back next year.
One Winter Night in August
by X. J. Kennedy
He asked a kind old policeman Who bit small boys in half, “Officer,
have you seen my pet Invisible giraffe?”At ninety miles an hour He slowly strolled to town And parked atop a
tower That had just fallen down.One winter night in August While the larks sang in their eggs A
barefoot boy with shoes on Stood kneeling on his legs.How many things are wrong with this story
He carved some hot ice cream.
Just then a pack of dogfish Who roam the desert snows Arrived by
unicycleAnd shook the policeman’s toes.
They cried, “Congratulations, Old dear! Surprise, surprise!
You raced the worst, so you came in And you didn’t win any prize!”
Then turning to the boyfoot bear, They yelled, “He’s overheard
What we didn’t say to the officer! (We never said one word!)
“Too bad, boy, we must turn you Into a loathsome toad!
Now shut your ears and listen, We’re going to explode!”
But then, with an awful holler That didn’t make a peep, Our ancient boy
(age seven) Woke up and went to sleep.
