Polly’s Question. By CpSingleton © 2015
Polly had a question, she asked it twice a day,
Once for Uncle Celestine; once for Granny May.
It started as a rumbling, a musing if you will,
Why it was that men built bombs big enough to kill.
Uncle C rubbed his chins, they made a scratchy noise,
He said it was ’cause the silly men hadn’t grown from being boys.
Granny May concurred with this, she said Uncle C was right.
They needed lessons on how to love: not just on how to fight.
She said, “it’s all about the money, honey!” That’s the b and end!
They’ll bomb you left and centre, while pretending they’re a friend.
Little Polly mused on this, before shouting long and wild:
“If that’s what silly growns up do, I think I’ll stay a child!!”