PoemDay010301

THAT MARX BOY

When that Marx boy came to the house, asking for pencils and paper,
I asked him
what for.
"For my paper!" He said, and ran off, knickers all in a twist. He looked so cute.
When he came back to return the pencil, he told me he'd come up with a new
economic system.
"How cute!" I said, and gave him an apple,
"Remember, Karlie, share and share
alike."
"Oh, I will," Karl said with a wink.
A few years later, when that Marx boy came to visit, he told me about what went on.
"Some of my disciples have slain the czar," he said, "And we've got cigar makers, and
chinamen, and even some germans working with us. It's all very impressive."
"Yes," I said, "And how's your mother?"
Little Karlie had some souffle, and then went on his way.
He came back some time after, a little depressed.
"Why have they all forsaken me," he asked,
"None of my friends will talk to me, none
of my supporters are behind me."
I giggled a little, and patted him on the head, "Don't worry, Karl.
I'm sure they'll come
around. You have some nice ideas."
Looking up, that little Marx boy with teary eyes, said, "Do you think?"
He looked so sweet. I gave him a cookie, a pad and some more pencils, and sent him
on his way.