a playful child with a doubtful little mind,
had asked his teachers one day.
"Ma'm do you love me like the sky is blue?"
Came a distracted "okay, okay".

at the bus after school he asked the fat driver,
the same inquisitvie question,
the driver was driving, he missed St. Irving,
and frankly, in his mind was distraction.

the next day he asked his dear little friend,
"Jason, do you, do you love me?"
Jason raised a brow, to answer he din't know how,
"I don't know, Larry, leave me be."

crying he came, onto his mother's warm arms
"mom, no one does loves me!"
"you think?" she replied. "maybe that's a lie
since i love you abso-bloody-lutely!"