You Ask For It You Got It
This is a poem about me My name I Tricia
I don't like being me cause I am sick in the head
I have had brain surgery and it makes it hard to spell and ryme
And in poetry we all know these are thing that are a must
And having said this I must confess that spell check can't help with word unless you
get enough letter for help and if not you are just SOL
Before I got sick I was quite quick with my wit
But the doctor zig when he shoud have zag and scrammled my egg
So there just ain't enough sourdough starter to make my bread rise anymore
I struggle with every poem I turn out and if it places I am happy
But if not I don't write to win I won when I posted I complete
So if you see a poem by me think that she has had a hard time in getting it here
If you do decide to read be a dear
Comment without care I wear BIG GIRL PANITES you can knock them down
If you dare I will just pull them back up, climb on my high horse, and write away
Tricia
9/12/2014
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