Rainy Season -- Day 3

You think you can fool me?
You think you can come and
rough me up one day,
leave me bleeding slow the next
then come round and smile up
and pet up, and sweet up.
“Ay, cooch.” And “Do-do-dahlin”?

I had a grandmother
that had a separate bed
in a separate room
behind a door with an inside lock
because I had a grandfather
with a separate love
for another young brown thing.
(Fifteen years in an oak barrel?
Baby, me and you
we gwein bruk out!)

I have a puppy weh been a puppy
bout eleven years now.
when ih see me kick off my slippers
all up to now ih run.

So weh mek you think
a little bit of half-assed sun
could mek I come out
in short pants
and no shirt?
Cho!  Might be fool di talk,
but nuh fool di listen!