I’m not observant.
You’d be amazed at how much
blows over my head.
I’m like memes that say
“I was today years old when”
I fin’lly noticed ‘this’.
It often seems like
thoughts swirl around in my brain,
but can’t seem to land.
And obvious things
don’t click … until they do. Like
Dorothy’s last name.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
Don’t like my string cheese stringy.
Don’t care for fishy fish.
Don’t want this squash-y thingy
that’s squishing in my dish.
I’ll take my eggplant scrambled, please,
with not-too-toasty toast.
I feel so sad for black-eyed peas,
and for the poor shanked roast.
My coffee grounds me just enough
to move on with my day,
but navigating it’s still tough.
Will curds show me the whey?
You’re nuts about my pecan pie,
but beef about my stew.
And I just chuckle, and here’s why:
It’s so fun ribbing you. 😉
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
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