They say, as we age, that the first thing to go
Is our short-term memory, and that is so!
But long-term’s supposed to be clear as a bell
Leastwise, that’s what I’ve heard tell.
Now, tryin’ to pull up my childhood days is
Like takin’ an unstudied-for algebra quiz—
Nothin’ of import is callin’ to me
But I’ll think about it and see.
Oh, yeah, one time my little sister and I
Found blue birds with wire legs and we thought we’d try
To make a nest for them, and we looked around
For somethin’ to use, but we never found
Just the right thing, when suddenly I
Had an idea that I thought I’d run by
My sister, because the brown curls on her head
“Would make a really great bird’s nest,” I said.
So, I cut it off, and it really did make
A perfect bird nest, but I didn’t take
Into account that Mom’d gone to find.
Easter bonnets! I padded my behind!
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines.
No free verse. |
Author Notes
true story.
and boy, did I get a spanking!
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