Walk in the Park

by Moshe Sipper

We were watching TV,
My friend Billy and I,
When Mommy came in
With a hot apple pie.

She said, “Boys have a piece
Of this hot apple pie,
I’ve made it just now,
Go ahead, don’t be shy.”

I ate one big piece,
And Billy had two,
My mommy makes pies
Like no one we knew!

Then Mommy said, “Boys,
Why sit in the dark?
It’s so sunny outside,
Go play in the park.”

So I looked at Billy
And he looked at me,
We knew that the park
Was where he would be.

But Mommy would not
Let us stay in the house,
So we had to go out
And play cat and mouse.

We walked very slowly,
A little afraid,
We remembered what happened
The last time we played.

But there in the park
We met Danny and Jimmy,
And Bobby and Chad
And Alan and Timmy.

So all of us laughed,
We had a good time,
And I got to show
How well I could climb.

Then Billy just stopped
Like he swallowed a cat,
And we all saw him then,
The brat with the bat.

His real name is Robert
And he’s only ten,
But don’t call him that,
Or you won’t walk again.

The brat was alone
With his only real friend,
That hard wooden bat,
He’d use it to send,

Danny and Jimmy
And Bobby and Chad,
And Billy and me,
Running like mad.

So the brat came to us,
It was too late to run,
He said, “I’ll fuck you all,
This is gonna be fun!”

And he laughed like one
Of the bad guys you see,
Just before shooting
All those men on TV.

Then the brat raised his bat
And broke Danny’s arm,
He cried, “Fuck, this is great!
Like rats on a farm.”

He hit Jimmy and Bobby,
Kicked  Alan and Chad,
And Timmy and Billy
Were bleeding real bad.

I tried to help Billy,
But the brat got to me,
He used his old bat
And busted my knee.

And as we were lying
Out there in the park,
Bleeding and broken,
Alone in the dark,

We heard this man shouting,
Gosh, was he fat,
That man was the dad
Of the brat with the bat.

“Come here good-for-nothing,
Slime piece of shit,
Come, you son of a bitch,
I’ll
   Hit,
      Hit,
         Hit,
            Hit!”

Copyright © 2013 by Moshe Sipper