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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Elmer, My Forgotten Friend

Poetic Asides – Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 19 Prompt:

Today's prompt will require that you use a little memory, but not your own; because for today's prompt you need to write a poem about a moment (or moments) you can't remember yourself that are about yourself. I think everyone has these stories about when you were a child, or when you were drunk, or when you were talking in your sleep, or when you were in a coma (hopefully not too many fall into this category actually).



oh how I hated worksheets
at least that’s what I’m told
bored with busy work

I really don’t remember
but my first grade teacher
and my parents recall

the day I decided to fight
back against the insult
of workbook assignments

pulling out the elmer’s
I squirted liberally
pasting pages back to back

now instead of four
I only had two dreaded
worksheet pages to do

How clever I was
I don’t even remember
whether I was punished

but I wish I had some elmer’s
to get me out of the work
I don’t want to do today

TLS, April 2008

1 random bursts of words:

Childlife said...

Ha, ha, ha! Oh, you were a clever little stinker! I think your evil twin lives at my house masquerading as a five-year-old ;)

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