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After Dinner Childhood Parlor Game

let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack 
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back 
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered 

   late 19600's, without one kink 
smooth all the way akin 
   to a flawless artful lettered link
no harm to any animals, 
   though a near head on collision with a mink

crossing the bridge o'er Tarabithia one gruff troll
nearly upended our smooth sailing thru ether with a roll
over maneuver that near went awry, 
   but for the amazing grace of dog a poll
lease trained pooch, 
   who cuz born on Christmas christened Noel

accompanied with lady and the tramp 
no major plans did we need to revamp
and upon arrival at destination 
   received good house keeping stamp

of approval to begin playing an all time favorite
pass time (with rules adapted as needed) to hit
a high score, when at some impromptu moment lit
an unseen spark, then after determining 
   who would go first, (while whirling in a small orbit)
now both of us far to involved to quit

we applied “rock”, “paper”, and “scissors” 
   and commenced our aim
which entailed (either me or shari) 
   to choose other than our own class picture to claim
for the other sibling to identify the correct name

though thru countless repetitions, the novelty did not get bland
a minor bit of concentration each of us did politely demand
of student (or teacher), whatever kid our index finder did land

number of iterations continued, how many...oh brother,
sans gesticulating rigmarole without asking mother
father, nor eldest sister, 'til eventually every girl and boy 
   (from respective grade including the other)

accurately identified, than back to the future we went
after what seemed like an eternity spent
revisiting nostalgic day of yesteryear, 
when upon arrival to the heron now birds-eye view
our bodies morphed aging at warp speed 
thomas sister this yawping crotchety old fogey gent.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 2/8/2018 2:37:00 PM
Hello Matthew, I enjoyed this tale in a poetry form. have a nice day my friend.
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Matthew Harris
Date: 2/9/2018 4:15:00 PM
two dollops of pleasant byte size pleasant trees from a worthy gal whose subsequent acquaintanceship would be a boon tummy selfhood. even an every now and again mail (delivered to hay4four@aol.com) could allow an untold possibility for mutual compatibility, frivolity, idolatry...with an xtra helping of yummy zealotry.

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