Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.
Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****).
Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns,
Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done!
Went off to college at Melbourne Uni,
Made friends, stole a goat and earned a degree.
Entered the workforce for airliner doomed,
Later a teaching position assumed.
Married a beardy fresh in from Hungry
(also a Russian circuitously)...
Moved to the suburbs - East of the border,
Had a few children (not in that order).
Two in-laws out back, who helped with offspring,
Replaced by her mum, who started writing.
Son and two daughters, she raised to adult,
Some better than others - not all her fault.
Each offspring took flight, with their other half.
All but the youngest, who forged her own path.
Some grandkids were born, they grew up a bit,
Throw in some church stuff and that's about it.
You bragged of giving your cousin good head
for the huge sum of twenty U.S. Dollars
tho' you felt you're worth one-hundred instead:
so Dona, you are no lady or scholar
(as you like to believe). Of your hundred
lovers or more you prefer all the black guys;
grinning, you were so proud to have bedded
them because of their enormous cock size.
So when you deceived me (you wily Lolita!)
and stole my virginity you—so proud
of yourself—smiled like the repugnant Medusa
while I, repulsed (by you), can cry out loud
'cause you're so crude and crave 12-inch long schlongs
even your dad says your beaus ne'er stay for too long!
My name is my name if you please,
my first name is Sheri as nickname,
my second name is my maiden name,
father given, kept as middle name.
and they work so well together,
the SF initials highlighting my genre
of writing of future dreams and invention,
so sorry to say, I'm only my name
plus my husband's taken for my wedding.
I'd make it more creative but it works
and as a working girl, that had to do.
Let me creatively write but keep sane
my given name, family names married
as a pen name working to keep me safe.
Semi - Biographical Limerick
There sat an old guy on the stoop
Who considered his poetry poop
He tossed it aside
Then attempted to hide
Now here he is writing on Soup
Inspired by Tim Smith’s Limerick, “The Hot Mom and The Pool Boy”
and a “poopy” comment Jan Allison left on one of mine. : )
Semi = I don’t really have a stoop. : )