Thinly Disguised Gibberish

I was born too early.
I should have been born son of Rifle Man.
Johnny Crawford is very outgoing.
I’m not outgoing unless you force me.
But I could call his daddy “paw”
maybe better than Johnny.
Daddy was a good dad.
That’s what I liked about him.

I’m thinking of starting my novel.
Rifle Man!
I’d dreamed of being his son,
but his son had another plan.
A better plan than I.
He was a nice man.
But so was I.

And then a miracle happens
and I was swept out to sea
by a unicorn dressed like me
and he looked at me
and I looked at him
or her
or
whatever,
and whatever said…

“Okay. Listen up!

And right then I remembered how much I used to like spaghetti.