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Name of the Game

by George Hoerner

what is your name?
and the struggle begins
i don’t wear a nametag
after all, I’m not three anymore

i could check my license
but that would give it away
besides, it’s not in my back pocket
i wonder where I left it

oh well, no money
or credit cards in it anyway
now why did I want my wallet
oh yes, my name

no, don’t walk away
i’ll think of it
just give me a second
let me see

“Little Jack Horner sat”
that’s it I know
my last name is Hoerner
not spelled the way they do

but that’s ok, now,
for the first name
Humpty Dumpty no that’s wrong
Jack and Jill no

Simple Simon no
oh, come on, come on
Georgie Porgie
that’s it

my name is
George Hoerner
see I did remember
now where did she go

mother!!

05/05/2010

Posted on 05/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/05/10 at 07:38 PM

Very, very clever.

Posted by A. Paige White on 05/05/10 at 11:40 PM

Thank you, George! I was trying to think of a theme for a poem for my daughter on Mother's Day and you just gave it to me with this adorable poem.

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