Remember my days of posting bad poetry I’d written? Well, I am home and just stumbled across some of my old journals. The bad news– I’ve never been, and never will be, a (good) poet. The good news– I have many more poems for your viewing pleasure! Here are some VERY old gems I found.
Mommy
Mommy, mommy
you are mine, come
sit down with me and dine.
Birthday
Today is your birthday, isn’t that fun? We’ll sit
down and have soda and ice-fun.
Daddy
Daddy, daddy you
are fine, come sit
down with me and
dine.
Your my Daddy
Your my daddy. I
met you, I liked
you, and I like you,
now.
OK, I know I was 8, but “ice-fun”? REALLY? If I could go back in time I’d tell 8 year old me to try a little harder to find a rhyming word. Also, for the life of me I wish I could find “Santa’s Reindeer and Dinosaurs”, because I’m pretty sure one of the reindeer had a habit of saying ‘bodacious!’
This reminds me of the time my little cousin was visiting…found some similar books I had made. Read them, then randomly through out the quotes that night at dinner to make me squirm. My mom thought the whole thing was hysterical.
this is awesome poetry. themes of food and family — is this how you became “da dish”?
No, alas this is not how I became ‘da dish’. That’s a story for a different day!
That’s awesome. I can see that your artistic talent started very young! Can’t wait for you to discover and post more!
You really like dining don’t you. I need more poetry!