Tall Bobby Duvall Poem by Alan balter

Tall Bobby Duvall


When Bobby Duvall was born in the fall
He looked like a regular child
But in no time at all, he was twelve feet tall
Growing like a weed in the wild

He lived in a house on the second story
That was facing to the north
But when he stretched out in all his glory
HIs head poked through on the fourth

He moved out west where the weather was best
And near San Francisco one day
He sat on the Golden Gate Bridge to rest
And dangled his feet in the bay

Bobby kept on growing with incredible speed
Never slowing for even a while
Though it might be hard to believe indeed
He lengthened to more than a mile

Bobby lay down at the age of fifty
Still not fully grown
His head on a pillow was mighty nifty
With his feet in another time zone

Bobby Duvall lived to ninety-five
Rambling from here to there
There's a good chance he'd still be alive
Except outer space has no air