Yehudi
Who is “they?”
my Daddy used to say.
You should not pay
attention to “they.”
Who are you?
We used to ask.
Yehudi,
he would reply
and never say why.
To tease was his way
and often he’d play
and get people to say
this ridiculous riddle
to bring on a giggle.
Three times repeat
“Lord Mathuid, what am I doing?”
And they would comply
knowing he was sly
and wait for the reply.
His thin lips would curl and
his blue eyes would twinkle—
he’d look down his great nose
in his uppity pose
and say in just the right way:
Making a fool of yourself.
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