When he was 10 and I was 13,
He pulled out all the stitches
From my baseball glove
And strangled a GI Joe with them
Because I called him a pansy
And a lily-ass and something else
I don’t remember anymore.
The glove was ruined, but
When we were both in our 50’s
We became friends again.
He doesn’t have a computer
And needs to sell his banana.
I wish there was more to this story.
But that’s really all there is to it.
NOTE: This poem was inspired by the following Craig’s List ad:
Selling my brothers Beautiful Glass Banana $20 Firm.
Will make a great conversation piece on any table!