Danny Deviate

My little Heidi has a twin brother named Blake. Such a handful that little bugger! A smile that would light the sun. An energy that would challenge the hyper. A joy to our family. He brought laughter that resonated throughout the house.. Sunrise to sunset. He is our little joy boy! But on this one day, he had ignored the rules. RULE: When walking home, you DO NOT take shortcuts!! Point "A" directly to point "B", my little scooter!! Yet he would take the long way home. Up the hills and back down through the vacant lot. "I walked my friend home", he would say, with innocent eyes... school clothes covered with mud...lunch pail and jacket missing..hair all a mess... Me, half wanting to hug him up, half wanting to swat his cute little ass... Overall, just sooo happy he was safe, and at home. Hence, this would be the poem I wrote to read that bedtime:

Danny Deviate

Daring Donna Daisy

and her dolly Debra Drew,

invited Danny Deviate

to tea at half past two.

Danny took a detour

that he never took before,

and didn't get to Donna's

'till at least a half past four.

As he approached her doorstep

what he found was just a note..

He opened it and read outloud

the words his young friend wrote:

You dawdled Danny Deviate,

and now you're way to late!

I'd made your favorite cookies

but by three they'd all been ate!

A disappointed Danny

wished he's come at half past two...

And when he left to walk back home

he took the way he knew!

We all discussed what this meant at bedtime. The moral seemed to make it's mark. Although, it would come back to haunt me time to time, when I came home late from work...