Going Nuts
Oak trees from tiny acorns grow.
I know that this is true,
It did not happen to me,
Has it happened to you?
I was a tiny baby,
That grew into a little girl
I always thought that maybe
I would be tall with blonde hair and curls.
What happened? Well, you may ask
That oak tree acorn thing
It never came to pass
My acorn did not flourish much,
It grew to a particular stage
Then it went berserk: To grow?
No, to combat my old age.
I am losing height
At the rate of knots
I shall soon disappear,
If this shrinkage doesn't stop.
So I say, Bah Humbug
What a lot of Tommy Rot
It may happen to Oak trees
But an Oak tree I am not!
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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