Tuesday, September 06, 2005

My Sister is a Rhombus

My sister is a rhombus
She was adopted from Finland
They have lots of rhombuses
She eats beats
They don’t have beats in Finland
I get in trouble if I call her a rhombus
But I do it anyway
Because she is one

At dinner I don’t look at her
She might steal my soul
Finns are soul stealers
They use their eyes
My sister is 6
That is 78 in rhombus years
So hopefully she will die soon
But Finns can live a long time

In the park she plays in the sand
Digging for beats
Beats grow in sand
I take her shovel hostage
She cries to mom
I give it back
Finnish Rhombuses are cry babies
My mom likes cry babies

I tried to sell her on EBay
But no one bid
They were afraid she would steal their soul
I also tried to mail her to Finland
But their weren’t enough stamps
Mom says I should love her
And I do
It’s just that she’s a rhombus.

4 comments:

Daniel said...

I like your poems. Is your sister really from finland?

Billy Brame said...

Thanks and Yes. If you like'em enough to want to hear me read you should come out to the Blackdog in Lenxa on Saturday Sept 10. I have thirty minutes of poetry/comedy/accordian going down. It should be good times.

Daniel said...

SOrry man, I wish I could. That sounds exciting, good luck. What have you been up to, where are you working, living?

Daniel said...

Billy,

How did your reading go?