I found a colorful, wooden trunk in the
attic today. It was old and gathering dust,
all tucked away.
I knew this old trunk held some history
and it made my heart astatic, and I
lowered the trunk ever so gently to the
floor of Mother's attic.
I dusted it off completely and carefully
opened the old latches. In the corner
of it sat a box of blue matches.
There were blankets and pictures galore
and a completely sealed cigar inscribed
"It's A Boy".
A picture of two young people hand in
hand, looking full of hope without
demand.
What a lovely picture to see, Mom and
Dad, and baby makes three. What a surprise
it had to be; It was a girl and the girl
was me.
This notice to public,
For a vacancy,diplomatic,
To serve people civic,
Here come symbolic-
Not much on academic,
May not know Alphabetic,
No need Arithmetic,
Ignore all Ethic,
Nothing about Logic,
Not much on technic,
Married to calls,telephonic,
Depending on statistic,
Working not systematic,
Not much on geographic,
Always on picnic,
Places of historic,
Busy like Olympic,
Not much on economic,
Talk all comic,
For every thing critic,
Not much on genetic,
Enough,no lunatic,
Prove via clinic,
Belly up to Arctic,
Back down Antarctic,
Not much on tactic,
Actions all Astatic,
Vanishing like magic,
Possess all said symbolic,
Apply,the job politic!
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