A Poem about Goofing

Be a Goofball

By Gregg Fraley

Everybody’s born a goofball

Every kid is a goofball.

Goofballs goof around.

They goof for the sake of goofing.

They goof all the time.

Because goofing is fun.

It’s the opposite of serious

And it’s not mysterious.

All you do is make everything a toy,

make everybody a cartoon character,

make every place interesting… it’s not a bathroom,

It’s … the bat cave,

It’s not plain Jane Smith from down the street,

It’s “Hayne Rodrigo” the Spanish lady who loves to salsa

(even if she doesn’t know it, and, this is essential, You Make Her Dance till she laughs).

The key is, you don’t do anything normal.

You don’t talk normal,

Sit normal,

Walk normal,

Speak normal.

To hell with normal, it’s boring.

It’s about pretending,

And putting serious-osity on hold,

Because there’s always going to be serious times,

You should never miss a chance to goof,

Because goofs have more fun,

They entertain themselves and sometimes others,

They give folks the laughing vitamin.

which works better than B-12.

If you stop goofing, you stop living, so please,

Get goofing, Mr. Ging,

Get goofy, Miss Gong,

Get goofed, Mr. Geek,

Become a Goofatronic guy or gal.

You won’t regret it — and don’t forget I said it — Ha!