I know you told me not to dilly-dally. <br />To watch for cars and motorbikes <br />and buses, trucks. <br />Yet, what would YOU have done, <br /> here in this alley, <br />if you had seen that purple-orange bird <br />with yellow socks? <br /> <br />You would have watched him, <br />listened to his pretty song. <br />That's what I did <br />and so, how could I see him? <br />It was a big one, with large fenders, <br />rather long. <br />And looked like Al Capone's car <br />in the Museum. <br /> <br />I must admit, that when it hit <br />it hurt sooo bad, <br />and soo much blood came <br />running down <br />my smashed-up face. <br />But, Daddy, can you understand, <br />and not be sad? <br /> <br />I didn't misbehave on purpose <br />and in case that you and Mum <br />will do a lot of crying, <br />because you miss your <br />little Johnny, almost six. <br />At least you'll know <br />there won't be anybody lying, <br />it was MY fault and <br />it is nothing you can fix. <br /> <br />And even though I would have <br />loved to stay on Earth much longer, <br />I had looked forward <br />to the end of that <br />disgusting school. <br />And also to my growing up <br />and getting big and stronger, <br />I kinda like it up here, <br />really, Heaven is soooo cool.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-johnny-dilly-dallied/
