Remembering Jean-Pierre

More poetry.  This one about my dear, dear cat Jean-Pierre.


JEAN-PIERRE
cat
quiet 
companion
good
red
dead

Picnics: a poem

Look what I just found!  A poem I wrote when I was 15 years old.

Picnics
Their picnic basket always seemed to have Pepsi and Orange Crush,
While we drank Allen’s Apple Juice.
They filled up on creme-filled cookies,
While we ate cantaloupe.
They listened to the Top Ten,
While we played Chess.
We were better than them, I remember learning.

But if we are better than the Gentiles, Daddy
Why are you so nervous around them?
You put on your finest English.