Sosoetry – Turkish Village

Hyper little russian kid I worked with for a while. (Well he was Ukrainian, but he explained at length how he liked the idea of being Russian more.) Very likeable guy, and since his birthday fell on the same day that he was leaving us, I put on my thinking cap, used my mighty powers of observation and jotted down a poem about him. His last name was Durgishvila, so he got called Turkish Village.

Oleksiy wishes he was from Russia

call him Ukrainian and he’ll cuss ya

maybe a dose of Chernobyl radioactivity

is what caused his chronic hyperactivity

seems incapable of sitting still

twirls his badge like a windmill

rocks back and forth on his chair

shoots elastics through the air

even as an incessant fidget

he’s still a lovable little midget

Oleksiy’s definitely no fool

headed off to school

he’s leaving us, damn it all

for Ottawa, our nations capital

to get himself a university education

working at St. Joseph for the duration

having a lengthy tongue twister surname

won’t hold him back from fortune and fame

when I pulled out my knife

he appeared to fear for his life

“dude, don’t be a fool

it’s just a useful tool”

his Cossack ancestors would pillage

many a helpless Turkish village

but not since their conversion to Jesus

a subject he really likes to discuss

he’ll passionately argue Christian theology

try to sway you to his particular ideology

but when his proselytizing doesn’t work

he’ll just retort with a muttered “jerk”.