Boots Too Big

A newborn boy, nicknamed Dick the Bruiser,
became quite a charmer to outwit any accuser.
Never a stranger, he offered a smile & laugh
to anyone, who might cross his path.

Hiding atop refrigerators
and cutting phone cords currently in use,
he’d do anything to get your attention—
some things too mischievous to mention.

His two older sisters, he followed
wherever they would go.
Three partners in crime—
they found mischief all the time.

A natural born salesman,
he was from the start,
figuring his own commission
for each & every expedition.

He might try to sell you the hat
that sat upon your head.
Or sometimes drop a clue,
that you may need a “Lax Mint” or two.

Trading scale models in for the real deal,
his carpet fields now turn a true yield.
No longer atop the upside-down pail,
he manages just fine in wind, rain, or hail.

A little boy in boots too big,
a shadow of his father.
Five generations on the farm—
forging a proud legacy together.

Oh, the woes—
at the many bets that were lost,
when this little boy revealed,
what a dependable young man he would yield.