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Poet, author, writer of words
Enter into the English Language with a song and a prayer
Watch your Ps and Qs
If you don’t, a reader will get ya
While you snooze
Lord have mercy, woe is me?
Put my brain under a microscope
See which lobe holds the key
To all the spelling and apostrophes
Hang me up at the nearest tree
Tear out my toe nails one by one
I wrote that poem
And now I’m done
The spelling, “on me, oh my”
Someone let out a sigh
I can honestly say, “I am not Websters son”
College saw me coming
I took a writing course
Put my dots over my Ts
Used all my you’s for me’s
My professor said, “Honey, what are you going to write”?
I said, “I don’t know, I feel like I have a disease
Even when I talk I rhyme”
He said, “Sweetheart maybe you should be taking a course in mime”
I ask the professor, “is there some kind of rule
that lets writers write and not worry about the spelling tool”?
He said, “Well now, which planet did you come from little one?
Have you been smoking dope?
Your readers will hang you with the nearest rope”.
I tried to tell him how I felt:
“I sometimes get the feeling that it is wrong even when it aint
“Oh I am so sorry professor, can you please forgive me, I said a no no”.
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
that aint isn’t in the dictionary or is it”?
That professors mouth flew open
I thought he was going to cuss
His veins stood out on his neck
I thought my head was going to bust
He took his glasses off and laid them down
I dared not make a sound
He rubbed his hands across his hairless head
He said, “What a challenge you’re going to be”!
Then he said in a whisper, while slinging his arms in the air
“Why me, Why me, Why me”?
After he settled on down, I continued talking
I told him about my fever
He said, “What fever”?
I said, “why I thought you knew
The reason I entered your school
I have the writing fever
It starts in your brain
And makes you feel lame”.
It explodes to every inch of your being
Blows with the wind
Makes my sky blue
Listens to my heart sing
Makes all my world brand new
Seasons put on a great big show
Summer brings the flowers with dew
Wintering brings the whitest snow
Big and little snow plows all in a row
Fall watches the leaves hang low
Spring sees the grass so green
Have to start those mowing machines
Spring also brings on the rains
My heart cannot contain
How it flows from every mountain
Filling every fountain
Travels to the river and makes it roar
Sees the birds take flight
Opens every door
Explains everything in sight
My words written down
Can never express this writing sound
Words flow from my brain
Like water through a sift
My world is turned up-side-down
My mind is spinning round and round
Spelling explores my brain
Like mud through an hour glass
Punctuation is a thing of my past
Now I ask you “Is this feeling going to last”?
I feel like I’m riding on a long slow train
Headed nowhere in a hurry
It’s pulling up at the station
This ride I’m surely wasting
For I can never get off
Sometimes I feel so weary
Like I’d like to run away
To a magic land of wordless skies
Where my ink pen will never run dry
Oh my goodness, I just now remembered
I cannot submit these words of countless thoughts
I have to make a trip
Back into Puterville
To see, keyword, “dictionary”
I can assure you I am going there against my will
How in the world does one spell “mime”?
I’m lost, totally lost most of the time
I guess you can tell
Just think about me
Maybe someday I will get well!
Does anyone out there know?
How to spell mime
Even with all that college
I will never be a pro
Maybe I should have entered this in the challenge word, “Help”
Or maybe I shouldn’t enter this anywhere
This happens all the time
At times I feel like I have to go find my mind
Do you ever feel this way?
Like everything is wrong, no matter how you say
Oops that wasn’t worded right was it?
Somehow, I have got to learn the trick
Of reading, writing and arithmetic!
Maybe some beautiful morning I’ll awake
In the wonderful land of total sublime
Where all the words will fit right in
And they will rhyme all the time
But for right now, I am in the real world
The world of English Language
Why not give it a twirl
DARE TO ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
©Mary Alice Bowles
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Sis.Mary Alice, my sentiments too...LOL I just wish I could write the words without the headaches. Do they have a cure for that? Loved it!! Be blessed! littlelight