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I Am Also Yours--He Said of Her

I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)

Not until you have been 
‘Bused and scorned like me,
Can you ever know how it is to be?
Treated like a child conceived in mortal sin;
Locked in the closet—denied to live like the free.

Oh what great lies were created and told;
What blatant fallacies were allowed to persevere?
All because the meek were afraid to break the mold;
Preferring rather, to serve the vanity of society’s fierce fear—

Yes I too, am a blessed child of your God;
Identified in nature as a creature of His will;
A fish is a fish, be it a trout, guppy or cod;
If the Maker was a She, wouldn’t you love Him still?
Or would you succumb to the bigotry of man’s begotten will?

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Out of all of the plastic mouth wash bottles in America, I had to fall into this one.
It happened in the middle of a life changing moment on Tuesday when I wished too hard to become a light-hearted, twinkling, prancing, dazzling faerie.
Pinz. Zinz. Kinz. Linz. Suddenly I had wings and could fly.

I flew into the bathroom first, right up to the top of the medicine cabinet with the mirror so I could see how cute I was. My hair was rainbow colors, and I had silver skin. I dazzled and razzled like glitter. I was quite adorable! Up close and personal, my azure eyes were a wow! I am as beautiful as any rainbow trout, I thought.

Then I looked into the bathtub and remembered how much I used to love to swim, resolving to become a fish if I got another wish. I apparently wished too hard because Pinz. Zinz. Kinz. Linz. Winz. My wings were gone, and I fell hard and fast, landing into the turquoise mouthwash bottle with a plunk. It was lucky I do not always put the lid back, as a lid-land might have killed me from that height.

Although I could not see the mirror now, I instinctively knew I was no rainbow trout. I felt more like a guppy. I enjoyed swimming for the first day or so. I did back flips, and crawls, and floats.

I tried becoming a spider next, because they can climb out of almost anything, but the Pinz Zinz Linz Winz did not happen this time. Tired of kicking my fins, I started to back float, dreaming I was floating on a cloud. I did this for maybe eighteen hours. By the time two evenings had rolled by without me, my husband and dog had stopped looking.

This morning was day three, and I was now utterly exhausted, and wishing that my husband used a cup with the mouthwash. I knew that when he ran out of his mouthwash, he would come to this sink to use mine, and I knew also knew that he rarely uses a cup.

I ranted and raved and flopped and screamed an hour ago, when he entered my bathroom. I frankly made as much noise as a guppy can make, which is no noise at all when he came in to read a newspaper and other things. I watched him wash his hands, and leave. But he came back in, reached for my mouthwash cell, and took a big swig of the stuff.

I was caught up in his mouth, of course. He swirled me around a bit, and promptly spit me into the sink. This was an enormous relief until I remembered that I had gotten angry with the sink and pulled the stopper out of it a couple of months ago. The drain of course, is much bigger than a guppy.

Pinz. Zinz. Kinz. Linz. Winz.
“What are you doing in the sink?” he asked me.
As if he did not know.

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My Phone

My Phone

I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes me s when I hear old ladies moan
'What was wrong with money,' as I Pay them with my phone

I went off to the countryside to see some lovely views
I also liked the country sound of bleats and quacks and moo's
A bloke lugging a tripod let out a little groan
As I stood right beside him taking photos with my phone

You should keep up with all the news my father said to me
You can get it from a newspaper or see it on TV
He sed and he chided in a most sarcastic tone
When I told him if I want the news, I Watch it on my phone

Was driving in to central London later on that day
My dad said take an A to Z, don't get lost on the way
If you're like me you know you will be wrong direction prone
I said it doesn't matter, I've got sat-nav on my phone

Took my grandad to the library, there's a book he wants to read
He's always liked his fancy fish, there's some he wants to breed
I told him how to do it and produce a guppy clone
And if you're wondering how I knew... I read it on my phone

Sailing on a pleasure cruise, booked it up online
Suddenly a wicked ocean broke the liner's spine
Treading frigid water, foghorn having blown
I wish there was a lifebelt app loaded on my phone

Stuck on a desert island, no signal, battery flat
No Google, Facebook, Instagram... Don't think much of that
Tired of eating coconut at washed up wobbly table
Dad stuck my phone under its leg to make the table stable

My dad near drove me bonkers fidgeting with string
And tying to the end of it a small bent metal thing
To crack another coconut I hit it with a stone
Then dad went off and caught some fish... didn't need a phone.

We made a kind of Barbecue and gutted all the fish
We cooked the fish on skewer sticks and what a tasty dish
I asked him how he got them cos they really tasted fine
He grinned and said, that's easy son.....

I got them all online

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Unhuppy Guppy


A courageous little guppy
dared ridiculed Darwin’s theory
about life and survival.
To heck with who’s the fittest
said the worried little fish.
Besides, from my experience,
the biggest always eats the smallest.
(Was Darwin blind
or did that fact escape his mind?)
So, if I hope to survive at all,
and beat the odds to win,
I’ll need a miracle
not Charles Darwin!

Best Guppy Poems | Poetry

The Best Guppy Poems

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My childhood dreams

I Am Also Yours--He Said of Her

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CapN CRUNCH

the used

Trolling

free cee OPIUM OPINES

Trickbaby

Guppy

The jollification

Imp-ulse Attraction

I Am Also Yours

Mouthwash Guppy

My Phone

Unhuppy Guppy