I Like To Go Roaming Poem by Daniel B. Syphus

</>I like to go roaming
At noon in the gloaming
At summer time in spring
With Kim while she talks
I skip while she walks
And hum while she’s listening.
At times I’ll harrumph
If she must galumph
I’m light as a feather, you see
But if she is not watching
I may end up notching
My forehead right into a tree.
She’ll cry while she’s laughing
Because of my gaffing
Then downstairs to the attic she’ll plod
She’ll be shaking her head
As she climbs out of bed
And asks, “Why’d I marry that clod? ”
But I will be happy as she takes her nappy
And a soft lullaby I will sing
Though this makes no sense
I’ll go back over thence
And smile as she enters my dream.