Wee Da Boo - Poem by Stephen Bennett
“wee da boo” is what I thought
they had said, but I was just
a kid back then, now
these better than sixty years gone, while
just sitting here
doing nothing, it just popped in-
to my head. “Wee da boo” You'd think
that after this much life I'd have some clue
what they were really saying or meant,
or was it just nonsense?
Their version of “kee yok kee! ”
Lincoln and Valerie... he and she each
with heads out their car window these two
with themselves and their dog's head
in the car's wind would shout
“wee da boo! wee da boo! ” But to me then
the lines of Silent Night were all goofy.
“Heavenly peas”? And the “holy infanso”
They must keep that in church, I thought, near
“the rand child”. Sunday someone always
had to “ma the rand child”
and if any man did something wrong,
he “made him a steak” at three or four
I knew what they meant,
and I knew it was an idiom before
I learned what an “idiom” is.
Arnie and Eddie their older brothers
or else two of the boys who lived with them
from the state, built them a tree house
forty feet up and three stories high.
Link and Val from floors three and two
they'd jump down to two and one
and shout that line out. You. I know you
have been around. You know
some things. I wish you could tell me
Have you ever heard it? Or
do you know it? Or anything.
What do you think?
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