Therman Merman

By Craig Feigin

It's a cold day but the fat boy still sweats.
Feverish pink and freckled skin
With his massive chuckles of bouncing blubber
He wipes the smile off his salty face.
He twists a handful of his golden hair,
with his cunning, stubby fingers.
Marvelous
With his bright, yellow shirt and his matching shorts,
Therman makes it clear to us all
He's got nothing to hide.
Therman doesn't shield his pride behind classy Nike shoes
or expensive gold necklaces.
He is jolly. He is real.
Therman sees the world pure and simple.
He doesn't care what you think; for that
We accept him as a friend.
The outcast, yet seems to fit in,
as our mentor, our leader
Our true, unspoken role model
His presence gives us all a wide awakening.
Therman is perfect.