I remember as if it was last heartbeat
the day I hitched up my skirt above my knees
and put beans in my ears
had my hair cut like the skanks had it
and poured molasses on the cat
mom just didn’t get it
I figured wisdom was factored in
with the slight increase in my curves
and other (you know) lady-stuff
so here I am
all that lady-stuff is about to run out
I have the shortest skirts
and stickiest cat in our neighborhood
my hair grows old disgracefully
and oh yes
you’ll have to shout
I can’t hear for all these beans
Hi Alix.
I'm Marie. I'm 51 years old, and I'm from Scotland, and know exactly how you feel. Been there, bought the damn t-shirt!
I would like to ask you a great favor. Would you review the first part of my novel? I am writing it for people maybe a little older than you, but I think you can handle that. I have taken so long over it that my original reviewer (in Australia) outgrew it! It is set in Britain - which is very different from Nevada - and I wrote it because I was sick and tired of everyone raving about "Harry Potter" books (the author of which lives about 20 miles from me, is younger and better looking than I am, and is now very, very rich! Grrrr!). I think you could handle the British setting too.
Best wishes,
M
PS - I guess in order to be able to understand my poem, you have to able to understand this one by Carl Sandburg:
Why did the children
put beans in their ears
when the one thing we told the children
they must not do
was put beans in their ears?
Why did the children
pour molasses on the cat
when the one thing we told the children
they must not do
was pour molasses on the cat?