Kix

He sat there in his old faded blue felt chair
Wearing the same coveralls he was always in
With the same Munson seed’s cap
Calling me in front of him
He would ask me in a businesslike manner
“Would you like some Kix, I’ve got some here behind my chair”

Excited by the prospect of yet another breakfast
I would forget that he did this to me just an hour ago
I wasn’t by any means a gullible child
I just liked breakfast cereal.
And I had the memory of a Goldfish

I would shriek and giggle and exclaim
“YES! Bumpa I would LOVE some Kix!!”
To this he would reply, always
“Well then turn around and I’ll get them out.”
Obediently I did so
He would then proceed to kick me (gently) in the butt.


In loving memory of my Bumpa