A poem: A name can potentially influence a child's development... |
"Ingenuous" My name is Ingenuous, A “gift” from my Mother, who wanted her son to be honest with others. Honest and open, straightforward and frank; these things I am not, for which she is to thank. Each year of my schoolin’, all eight of ‘em spent, the Schoolmarm would lecture on what my name meant. As I sat in my desk sadly shakin’ my head, my classmates would giggle. My face turned bright red. Out on the playground I taught them a lesson. Made sure that they knew just with whom they were messin’. When through with the boys, I chased all the girls. I yanked on their pigtails and pulled on their curls. By the age of fourteen, my teacher cried, “Gracious! I believe your dear mother should have named you Salacious!” Dear reader, Thanks for dropping by to enjoy "Ingenuous." If you're interested in more poems or songs that tell tales of the old west you might also enjoy the following:
Kindest regards, George "Welcome to my imagination." |