My son who takes things literally,
Did one day say unto me,
“We have no sliced bread left Dad,
We’ve only rolls I see.
And I desire some toast this morn,
To breakfast on before,
I take my leave to study,
Maybe compose a musical score.”
My riposte was to observe,
He’d be wise to toast a roll,
Yet he replied, “Said roll won’t fit,
In the toaster, don’t you know.”
So I said, “Cut the roll in half,
For then you’ll find it sits,
Comfortably in said toaster,
And you can then breakfast on it.”
“I’ve cut the roll in half now,
Yet I am somewhat confused,
You see the roll still not fits.”
At this I was amused.
“I see you’ve cut it top to bottom,
When if you had any common sense,
You would have halved it sideways,
How can you be so dense?”
And then I got to thinking,
That whilst my son’s no dope,
Indeed he’s studying for a degree,
Is there any fucking hope?
My 21 year old son, a diamond bloke, excels at all things that hold his interest – as to things he sees unimportant and on the periphery of the human condition then his ‘literal’ approach takes hold as he breezes through life.