Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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A Bit ''Oddball''

I was a little girl with a tattered ragdoll,
       and I lived in an attic that was not tall;
           in fact, there were parts where I had to crawl.
              I liked to play make-believe till nightfall,
                and write-   so I wrote on the wall;
listening to dreamy gentle rainfall . . .
       and on that wall, oh yes, I did scrawl.
         Then in the morning I heard Mom call,
           she beheld my wall writing in great appall;
             oh yes indeed, it was my curtain-call . . . 
Mom left and returned with a can of spray Lysol.
        I want you to clean it and I mean all,
          and went away muttering- I was a bit oddball;
            so I cleaned it and then lay on my bed, I recall
               crying and holding my tattered doll.


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February 8, 2017

Poetry/Rhyme/A Bit "Oddball"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-873-515-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 9, 2017 at 11:19 AM Oh Constance what a beautiful poem to feast my eyes upon this day. I have and always will enjoy reading your poetry. Love, Carol Constance La France February 14, 2017 at 8:11 PM Carol, it is so nice to see you on soup and thanks for the compliment

Joanna Daniel February 9, 2017 at 4:11 AM I can picturise the entire scene in front of my eyes, Constance:) this is a sad but amazing monorhyme:) Constance La France February 14, 2017 at 8:13 PM Jo thank you so much for the nice comment

Jan Allison February 8, 2017 at 1:40 PM I loved the imagery in your monorhyme Constance I could picture it so vividly:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx Constance La France February 14, 2017 at 8:15 PM Jan thank you for visiting and the compliment

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 8, 2017 at 12:32 PM A lovely rhyme! I totally relate to that young odd ball. 7! & good luck in the contest Constance La France February 14, 2017 at 8:20 PM Maureen thanks so much for visiting my poem

Sunlite Wanter February 8, 2017 at 11:47 AM I am very touched by this. Love, a Bit of an Odd Ball. Constance La France February 8, 2017 at 12:24 PM Thanks Sunlite, I realized later in life, its okay to be an oddball . . .