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have you ever kissed a pigeon on the lips

any eight year old is likely to ask

or had an alligator to pinch you on

your butt

and found your dog laughing in the corner

as you loudly sipped your chocolate milk

how funny did you feel

enough to blame the dog for something you

had done

and how long did you wait before you squealed

like, spill the box of cheerios all over the

kitchen floor

with trembling lower lip tell your second grade

teacher that he ate your math homework

even when you knew that would never wash

then you told your mom you saw him pulling up

all her flowers out in the garden

yet another fib because he laughed

when you yourself picked them to give to

Mrs. Claus next door

too bad she just happened to be the wrong

Mrs. Claus

not Santa's wife but Hans Gruber from Munich

what a heap of trouble you got in over that

humdinger you told

especially when your mother figured out that you

used her good sewing scissors

now, you couldn't blame THAT ONE on the dog!

so you did what any other little self respecting

boy or girl would do

you got marched right out into your backyard

to pick your own switch

what a punishing blow to a child's ego

and that my young, nervous friend is

'The First Right Of An Eight Year Old!'.......

(Nov. 26, 1993 am)