A Father’s Love

As soon as I walked into
the Teacher’s Center
I said, “Congratulations!
you’re the envy of every
teacher in the school—
New York State
Teacher of the Year! ”
“Not such
a rosy picture, ” said George Sweeny sadly.
“Whatta ya mean? ”
“My son is a maniac.”
“Which one? ”
“Harry.”
“At least Larry is OK.”
“I don’t know
cause he only moves
his bowels once a week
and you never know
when it’s gonna happen
since there’s such a build up.
Last week he did it
when we was riding
on the Belt Parkway.”
George paused
he seemed lost in thought.
“Like a little
earthquake it was, ” he laughed.
“Just my luck
there was an accident up ahead!
I hadda sit
there with that
stench for forty minutes.”
“How come he wasn’t
wearing Depends?
Seems like
a good solution
to the problem.”
“Mrs. Goetschius
his shrink
says it ain’t
good for him
well, the exact words
she used was
‘Not advantageous
for his soul.’
Well,
she’s the doctor.”