Some Things Don'T Make Any Sense At All

My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?

by Judith Viorst

Comments (7)

A deceptively simple sonnet about the absurdity and futility of life lived with no hope of anything to come after it except the complete oblivion of death.
Line 8 should should say the top instead of to top. Thanks!
In line 8, to top blew off should be the top blew off
http: //www.loc.gov/item/95770413 - Here. Press Play. Poem starts at about 20: 05
Regardless of the typo, I love this - especially the second stanza. Cancelled skies - brilliant.
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