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Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2018
"Granny, granny,come look at me."
There was excitement and urgency in my granddaughter 's voice,
I hobbled as fast as I could my cane thumping on the floor.
I stood there inside the door chuckling.
My granddaughter had become me,
She wore a tweed skirt high on the waist,
A white blouse with a high collar and a bow,
On her face she wore one of my specs which she had smeared with a bit of vaseline,
The effect was so that she could not see clearly like me.
She had put some pebbles in her shoes to enable her to hobble ,
Her hair she had combed into a bun.
Lastly she put on white gloves which she explained she had borrowed from my cupboard.
she held a dainty white laced handkerchief.
"How do I look, granny?"
"ME! I laughed.
"You will be the best granny in your school  fancy dress party.
Pray, remove the vaseline from the specs or you will fall down,
You can borrow my cane too,
I love you dear munchkin."
Danish Zia Jul 2018
That Glowing Eyes Back To Black Rims, Those Big.
Round Fair Face With No Flaws.
Her Chin A Little Bend.
Long Hair, That Crimson Thread
To Her Waist.
Oh Silly Ol' Me,
She Isn't Mine.
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.

They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not ***.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.

You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
I was practicing my guitar, then heared about three seconds of a catchy commercial jingle that was kind of upbeat and decided to write something kind of whimsical.

This is in the tradition of 1960's pop rock songs like The Beetles might have inspired. The homage was unintentional.

I wrote it in about 20 minutes on april 22nd in the early morning when all was quiet.
You make me feel like I'm in pre-school
I keep on thinking about the bad stuff we could do
That's why my friends want me to stop thinking of you
They don't get what I do
They don't see the potential you have inside you

You try to cover it up to
But I see right through you
Specs never looked as good accept on you
I don't want  to rush
But ****...  I think I'm in love

I don't want to rush
But ****... Your hands must be so soft
I think I said to much
But I'd lie if I said I didn't think about you last night

You wonder in my head
The only person I imagine in my bed
He's everything I want and more. He's smart funny plus cool. His dance moves are awkwardly good. He does things. I'd like to do.

— The End —