oh gosh! by liz snader

Oh Gosh by Elizabeth Snader

As they sat and watched the cello recital,

Obama and Abhishek talked about the IRS

“It’s like a sand bucket”, one of the men said.

“Shmeh…I don’t care for the beach.       

The only thing worthwhile at the coast

Are the old light house buildings.”

To both of their dismay,

The conversation turned south at that point.

In an attempt to salvage the chitter chatter,

Obama grabbed some tuna, a can opener, soda, and a bendable straw.

He sat down on the sat can on the ground

And began to think to himself about what was to come next.

He thought of the crumbs from a cake

That his mother had made one time.

He remembered running through the rainbow sprinkler

And pretending to be SuperMan.

He remembered home-

The warm smell of bread baking,

The feel of mom’s embrace,

The way dad asked if he wanted to play catch-

Those memories were real for him.

Suddenly-like the fall of Atlantis-

Obama was pulled back into the conversation

Because his telephone rang-it was his wife.

She had gone and bought a kitten for the kids-

“That’s ok”, he thought.

Like William Godwin, he really didn’t care for fluff conversations.

Ah, but enough about Obama, more about Abhishek.

That boy possessed the most amazing Pono-pride.

Although he had much pride, he was humble.

He respected his elders the way

A traveler respect the thinnest layers of ice

That lies atop the dangerous freezing water.

The next most dangerous thing would be the desert,

But that is a whole different story

Involving kites.

As King Henry VIII would reference,

“Brilliance is a fight worth entering.”

As mystic and unknown as the mermaid,

The luck of life is just as complicated.

But now they sit, thinking of things to say.

Some ass hole brought silly string

To the party, and while in deep thought,

Got that shit all over him.