When I Was Three -- Richard Edwards

(Poem #1614) When I Was Three When I was three, I had a friend Who asked me why bananas bend, I told him why, but now I'm four I'm not so sure... -- Richard Edwards

I was randomly browsing through some children's poetry when I came across
this delightful little piece. It reminds me of Silverstein, or perhaps
Milne, in its light-hearted exploration of the myriad little rites of
passage that mark childhood. I particularly love the way the poem strikes a
balance between seriousness (from the narrator's point of view) and warm
amusement (from a grown up perspective), and how, despite the humour,
there's a revelation that borders on the profound.

Incidentally, the narrator shows remarkable precocity in realising at age
four that he didn't know everything - I think the average age for that
particular rite of passage is closer twenty one these days :)

martin

[Links]

Somewhat minimal biography and a review:
  http://www.lutterworth.com/lp/titles/whispers.htm