When I was born my mother said,
"HURRY UP! I thought you'd take a year!
Your just like your father slow as a snail!"
She handed me a dictionary
in which I vomited.
I studied in my high chair
with food crusting in my hair.
I sold stocks at the age of two,
after I was potty trained.
My room had little worms
on the trim,
the ones with a cap, and glasses,
smiling, though I thought it naive
that a worm should smile.
All the children wanted Christmas gifts
all I wanted was to discover
the identity of Santa Claus.
I could've sworn he had a twin.
One year he had breasts
and the next he didn't!
I never wanted lollipops
caviar would do instead.
All the children teased me,
called me fake brain and threw mulch.
But wouldn't they be surprised to know
I'm a Thursday baby, the smartest of the bunch!
A contest entry
- Monday's Child by malmadre.
1000 points, ended February 21, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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I can just see that little bookworm girl with her dictionary instead of Dick and Jane. Some kids are born smart and cant be fooled by those fake Santa's. Then too, impatient parents in a hurry to educate their children rob them of part of their childhood. Very thoughtful writing!
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You are a fully hearted over cognated being of magical and wonderous delight. No matter the day or night that brought you home you would be a wonder all your own
Love, Tom B.
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lol...you are a darling.
I love you, Thursday's child...Lane
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