Skeeter, my imaginary comical sidekick,
Is much older than me –
with requisite grizzled grey beard,
tangled shoulder-length hair.
Actually, he’s as bald
as a turtle’s egg on top,
So he sleeps in his sweat-stained 10-gallon Stetson,
And, of course, his snoring is
Imaginary comical sidekicks
Are easier to care for than pets.
Because of their invisibility,
You can take them anywhere.
On the Metro,
Because he’s invisible,
Skeeter gets sat on a lot.
When some disaffected, slouching
Teen with earbugs plops down,
Skeeter never fails to let loose
a screedy torrent of whispery
Watch where you’re sitting!
Ain’t you got no
On rainy Saturdays,
We hang out watching old Westerns,
Hopalong Cassidy and Gabby Hayes,
Roy and Dale and Pat Brady —
“Pat’s about as funny as Tonto”,
Skeeter says, and “Tonto’s about
As funny as small pox,” I say —
And we sing together as one,