6-7
When we picked up our grandson
From sleepaway camp,
A few new expressions
Had managed to stamp
Themselves on his psyche –
6-7 was one,
Its sing-songy rhythm
A part of the fun.
He tried to explain it –
I couldn’t quite get it.
It stuck in my head, though;
I couldn’t forget it.
It’s an internet meme,
Maybe based on a song.
If you Google it, you’ll be
Confused before long.
For my grandson’s 12th birthday
I stitched up a gift
Of 6-7 in felt;
His reaction was swift.
He laughed and I knew
My idea was a smash,
But he pointed out, “Nana,
You don’t need the dash.”
I guess I’m not hip to
The trends of today.
Still, my grandson will teach me
And that is okay.
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