Never 12

My wife sometimes flits from one emotion to the next. And so, a few days back, after being elated about one thing, I saw her turn blue for an instant and muse about something sad in her past. She put on this sad clown face and said: "I've never been 12."

Now that's one we can use. The whole idea of never being 12. I suppose anything is possible? Some would say, I've missed the point, the Oprah moment, but since the emotion was brief and underdeveloped (as usual). I've decided to exploit it - here:

Never 12

I was never 12

no siree not me

I've never been

that age before

throughout my history

I have friend who has

never been 15,

he skipped that year

entire

went straight on thru to

16 years. when his 14th

expired

My twelve lessness

may not be - so unusual at all

And despite the gap and that missing year -

Ive grown up straight and tall

I do not feel the least bit

strange, so certainly it is true

I've safely thru

the birthdays passed ( excepting 12)-

from one to 22.

My wife came up with two other spontaneous outbursts this week, she said: "come on and take the dog for a walk, he's tagging his wale!" Now there are possibilities there. When I drew attention to these addled oddities in speech of late she said "but I muved my luther" I may leave that one alone. There may be something in the water. But that's ok. Let's add some more.

By the way, I don't consider myself a poet. Real poets are another breed. I just make little rhyming word machines. And if they are built right, they fly well. There are more on my website.

(c) Toylanders Press International (Gary Stone) August 2011.

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