Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Where Babies Come From - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

For my eighth birthday
I got a toy train set
my father helped assemble.

My job was to hand him
pieces of track and re-light
the cigarettes that went out

in his mouth. Halfway
through, I asked him
where babies come from.

He told me that eight years
ago today I showed up
on the front stoop

in a cardboard box, how
he spent the whole afternoon
putting me together,

just like this train set,
that I was probably lucky
the box arrived on a Saturday.


Comments about Where Babies Come From by Jeffrey McDaniel

  • Gold Star - 7,222 Points Is It Poetry (9/20/2009 7:09:00 PM)

    This was more than funny..
    it shows us..that..
    instructions dont..
    always arrive with the box...iip (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (2/6/2008 8:47:00 AM)

    I liked this one. Very funny, I could see it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kathleen Paul-Flanagan (7/14/2005 2:55:00 PM)

    Another one that has me smiling. I like your style. And your sense of humor. Good stuff! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 14, 2005



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