She Can'T Be Left-Handed
She can’t be left-handed, my mother told my dad.
Miss Kneeland, the first grade teacher says it’s simply not the fad.
There must be something wrong with her, the whole family agreed.
Look at her right now, 40 feet in the air, upside down in that stupid Oak tree.
So they made me wear a mitt on my left hand for an entire school year,
Forcing me to use the other hand, their reason to this day is certainly not clear.
But I do type 85 words a minute, thanks to that and the meanest typing teacher that ever was.
But that story is for another time, as I’m in a great mood right now, and plan to keep my little buzz.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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