Written by: Sandra Hudson

Somewhere, looking for Elmo
I found myself
There I was
Wearing a (penciled in) ruler in my pant leg
Carrying a carrot on my waistline
The tree once filled with birds;
Now harbors ice cream cones

I was bitter
Life had not been kind
Too many paper dolls
Dressed in bubble gum wrappers

Sometimes who you think you are
Doesn’t even come close
I found out
When I talked with me Mum
I had a horrid childhood (earliest years)

My puzzle is filling in
Too rapidly to adjust
Please find the eraser