Maybe we should start over again. ;+
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On and off all day, I've been trying to write a poem for my answer to this question. When I became flustered with it, I started the questions where I left off yesterday and answered as many as I could from the bottom up.
It's that time that I knew would happen where, once again, I am at this question. So, here it goes, I'll give it another swing. Please bare with me if the syntax is off and the rhymes don't ring. Just be grateful I didn't put it to music and then try to sing! O.K. Here we go:
You might recognize it a little. It is a spin off an old nursery rhyme many of us knew.
There was an old wizardress who lived in a shoe.
It was the left shoe. Why? No one ever knew.
As she was being swayed very smoothly
by the rhythmical walk in the park on this Thursday
She was jolted by a sudden slam!
There's nothing worse than a squelching Toe-Jam!
Topsy, Turvey and feeling a bit clumsy
she peered past the string and what did she see?
Why, it was a moving van being driven by none other than Randy!
Her eyes were like saucers as she continued to stare
How can this be? How would he dare?
But there he was, riding in on his high top
The wizardress could see he was not going to stop
The tildes were abundant dancing and swooning him left and right
and the wizardress's shoe was kicked to the corner, forgotten, the following night.
And to this day that is where her tired, old, left shoe still sits
and she in the corner, knitting socks for whomever they will fit.
She sees Randy in his flashy high-rise, high tops on the other side of the closet.
And she hopes someday he will take her for the ride she's heard called,
"The High Top Rocket!"
Beans/SilentGeneration 