Today he picked a stick up off the street.
And gave a few experimental flicks.
He thought the curve it had was really neat.
(And please - don't get me started: Boys And Sticks.)
He asked about torpedoes.
And I thought.
And thought.
And then I realized what he meant.
A boomerang was what he really sought;
This stupid stick was all that he'd been sent.
But nonetheless he threw it, down the street.
Imagining his quarry's sad defeat.


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