Buster

She called me Buster once again,
although that’s not my name.
Well, she should know my name by now.
It’s always been the same.

Was Buster just some cute nickname?
Or did she just forget?
I wondered if she’s kidding me.
Yeah, that would be my bet.

But Buster doesn’t sound so good,
not when it’s said like that.
It sounded like she’s talking to
some naughty dog or cat.

Well, two can play this game, you know,
so I thought I would try.
I called her Daisy; yes, I did,
but please don’t ask me why.

I don’t know where that name came from
but that’s what came to mind.
It could have been far worse than that;
in fact it was quite kind.

And Daisy doesn’t sound so bad
but she just stared at me.
She was confused and speechless too,
as quiet as can be.

Well strangely, though, it really worked.
I should be feeling glad.
But now she calls me Bumble Brain.
Hey… Buster’s not so bad.