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I sometimes have trouble expressing myself
My words at times are misleading
Like when I wanted to relate to my grandson
The car that passed us was speeding

These are the words that actually came out
“That car is EXPEEDING THE SKIMLIT”!
He looked at me strangely and rolled his eyes
And said “My grandpa's a dimwit”!

My sister is afflicted with a similar disease
Passing some orange groves one day
Told us the row of rundown shacks
Is where “The MIGRAINE WORKERS stay”!

Another winner from my dear lovable sister
The doc said there's a chance that maybe
Because her daughter was having such difficulty
“They might have to SEDUCE THE BABY”!

One more of these gems then I really must go
I was trying to describe this little tike
“Look over there,” I told my dear wifey-poo
“At that KID ON A RED-HAIRED BIKE”!



© Jack Ellison 2013

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