Owen's Eye Poem by Richard D Remler

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I do not like Owen Abercrombie.
And I do not know just why.
He would seem almost too normal,
If it wasn't for that eye.

The magic one that roams his face,
In its ever creepy way,
Watching every thing we do,
And spying every thing we say.

It was on his ear lobe yesterday,
During our Science test,
Stealing all the answers on my page
It thought were best.

And staring at me every time
That I become aware
Our Mr. Owen Abercrombie
Isn't playing very fair.

Mildred Eavers seems to cry
Every time his eye says hi.
And Benny Bowen, on his toes,
Punched Owen in the nose.

And Owen simply blinked his eye
And smiled, and said "hey."
Which, when you've been punched
In the nose,
Isn't smart to say.

One day he'll fudge up, I suspect.
And admit he's been a dink.
And hopefully he'll not be such
A little twerp, I think.


Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler


**a children's tale**


**a spontaneous write