Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Under Construction


I see it quite clearly,
Although it is nearly
Four decades or more in the past,
How teacher would paddle
My perch for the saddle
Until I performed as she asked.

At nine I was skinny,
A bit of a ninny,
And trying to learn how to spell,
But words would elude me
And teacher subdued me
With beatings to help me excel.

By ten I was podgy,
My future was dodgy,
And asthma was taking its toll,
I coughed and I sputtered,
I ate and I muttered
And took on the look of a troll.

I now get the picture
That violent stricture
Has made me obese as a whale.
And by this deduction
My belly construction
Proceeds with the end of my tale.

Other posts on childhood:
     Nine of Ten

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