Warning to My Friends
Before you choose to be my friend,
I need to say to you:
My grandpa likes to belly dance
while making chicken stew.
My aunt recites The Bill of Rights
and has a horse tattoo.
My brother tends to always smell
a bit like kangaroo,
And my dad owns a pink row boat
and keeps it in full view.
We're always running low on milk
and chips and tape and glue.
It's never really normal here.
I sleep in a canoe.
You sure you want to be my friend?
These things won't bother you?
Not at all. It sounds like fun!
Like going to the zoo.
Miller Wicks