First proper spring day, time to dust
the old scooter and visit places
on roads few travel…once I bought
a toy gun - well, I was a child -
it was shiny just like the one
Hopalong Cassidy wore, he wasn´t
smoking but chewing gum instead.
After two days I got bored and gave it
to a boy in the neighbourhood.
His mother brought it back, they were
pacifists and any gun was bad.
Parents do not always get their way,
the boy became a general,
and his mother addressed him as “sir.”
My mother took the gun to the fish factory
gave it to a poor woman who too had
many children and a drunkard husband,
who later was arrested when trying to
rob a bank with a toy gun.
