Twenty Two

Two years into adulting.

It’s possible, who knew?

I look the same as yesterday

But today I’m twenty two!

Dentist trips still freak me out,

Sometimes I burn an egg.

My blanket covers both my feet,

So monsters won’t grab my leg.

I don’t go out on Friday night,

My ankles feel the weather.

And when I help the kids with homework,

We both learn math together.

Sometimes I’ll burst out crying

For no reason at all.

I know the words to one rap song,

And still prefer guys tall.

My puns are all intended,

There is a spoon I hate,

I’ll never mix my whites and brights,

I can’t stay up too late.

My life has been a wild ride

But I’m thankful for each day.

One day I hope to be mature,

One day... but not today.

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