Monday, October 24, 2022

Fairly Effective Imagination

I'm trying not to choke and gasp,
But Covid's got me in its grasp.
My brain is just a little dense,
I’m praying that this poem makes sense!


When I was young, I loved the tub,

With rubber ducks and rub-a-dub,

For hours on end I’d splash and play,

Until my mom got in my way,

Cause once she came inside, I knew

My bath time moments numbered: few,

Soon it was time for me to leave,

The thought? It made me feel bereaved,

Who knew when next we two would meet,

With water, warm and claw-ed feet?

So I would slide as far away

As I could get. To my dismay,

My mom had other tricks that she

Employed most effectively,

Yep, she would simply pull the plug,

And her young daughter’d hit the rug, 

And shiver there, all wet and pink,

Even faster than you’d blink,

Cause daughter knew if she remained,

She’d go down as the water drained!

Now looking back, I see the flaws,

It never was to be, because,

E’en though I was a little thing,

I’d not fit through that bathtub ring!

 

When raising kids, it’s good to use

Imagination to induce,

And Mom? She put in tons of thought…

Used MINE against me quite a lot!


Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So KarenCharlotteMimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Halloween or Knock-Knock schtick,
Join us, see which one we pick!

Thinking of joining us for Poetry Monday?
We'd love to welcome you!
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)...

Bathtubs (October 24) Today!

Halloween -or- your favourite Knock-Knock Joke (October 31) 

Oatmeal (November 7)
Pickles (In or eating!) (November 14)
Giving Thanks! (November 21)
French Toast--or Breakfast (November 28)
Mittens (December 5)
Poinsettia -or- Potted Plants (December 12)
Muffins (December 19)
Candy Canes (December 26)

10 comments:

  1. Covid is no joke please take care! Your poem is lovely even with a clouy brain!

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  2. I'm trying to put my name and URL in but it won't accept it. I wanted to say I've been thinking about you and hope you are on the mend. With love from Carol C

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  3. Take care of yourself and feel better...

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  4. Oh no! Not Covid. Take care and take time to heal completely. The lingering symptoms can really get a person down.

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  5. Oh Diane, hope you recover soon. Feel better, friend...Laurie

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  6. I am so sorry to read you have Covid. I hope your recovery is quick and complete.

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  7. I was afraid of this when you weren't blogging on your normal schedule. Even with COVID you write one great poem. Sending thoughts for a complete (and I do mean complete) and fast recovery.

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  8. Your poem makes perfect sense, as did your childhood way of thinking, at least to a child.

    Prayers that you recover quickly!

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  9. I wish you weren't so sick. Maybe a nice warm bath . . .?

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  10. Uh, oh, a not so nice explanation for yopur absence. I hope you will get well again soon. Your poem is lovely, and I can see the scene for my inner eye - I might have pulled this plug myself as a mom of six ;)

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