
The first calendar window reveals
Our elf deserves a taste
Will the 2nd window gift appeal?
Be patient and not make haste…
© J W Nelson 2016

The journey started in 68
Like the hypnotic humming of a bird
Even back then I was always late
To be early would be absurd

We start our unknown journey
With no destination sight
With hopes to become attorney?
And the power it gives to take flight?

My train keeps on going
There is still fuel in the tank
A year older means more puffing and blowing
Mouth wide open, expression almost blank

I continue to perform the ‘Swan’
Cool and calm is the top line view
Inside pistons fire like a mad man
You never want to reveal the real you

Another year is added to my number
Its birthday time on the horizon again
Yester year I had time to slumber
But now, it’s a huge thank you to all my friends

The hope is to keep life simple
Drive your journey your way
Stay as cute as a dimple
Retain your essence – afterall its your brithday! (it’s mine actually)
Pretext –
My daughter is 7 years old and whilst we are on a school term break, she has to learn and recite from memory a poem she chosen from several handed out by her class teacher. she chose beautifully written poem called Yuck. Here I attempt (in my own innocent style) a similar themed prose that tries to hit the same marks, based on the inspired choice ( I might add) of poem originally selected. Here goes…
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MESS!
You all have to learn to wipe
When you visit the loo
I’m fed up of getting my hands
Anywhere near your poo…
You’ve just eaten some raw egg
Now a mouth full of jam, stale milk and beans
I can see that you’re about to cough
And I know just what that means
A shower of yuckie food
Flying through the air
Luckily I moved just in time
The MESS only caught my hair!
Looking after all of you
Involves a lot of stress
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I could do without the MESS!