Today Oscar–accompanied by Uncle Len, Father Don, and Brother Edgar–joined the ranks of Ginsberg and Kerouac, hung out a local coffee house, and read his poetry.
His poem is called “Oscar Goes to the Sun,” and it goes a little something like this:
In my rocket ship
I want to go to the sun
To have fun.
In weightless space I will flip.
Let’s see . . . we have rhyme, we have alliteration, we have a poem.
Snap your fingers if you dig it.