Guinea Book-Pig

THE GUINEA BOOK-PIG At four she was a guinea pig For a rising college geek ‘Cause the kid was talkative Perfect brain to take a peek So the testing started there Little questions never ended Hungry little mind was bright Former life was now suspended Didn’t jazz and didn’t play Let her mournful dogs run wild Didn’t swing and didn’t climb Became a different, sober child Read newspapers, wanted more ‘who is what and what is why’ Annoyed the neighbors and her cats ‘tell me how to testify!’ Reading things beyond her years ‘here’s a book, now zip it up’ No one paid attention what-- So she read to fill her cup In the summer age of seven Brother studied long and hard Morte D’Arthur spent the night Flashing with his mighty sword Dashing all the summer long With the heroes of the Table Rode and battled, saved the day Brushed her horse in Arthur’s stable Ulysses sailed in close behind Wicked Sirens plied their trade Then a buddy left a Fleming Full blown sex was then displayed So she passed the books around To the friends who had no sources Little girls with Barbie dolls played at passion and divorces What a start to what a life Wouldn’t have it changed a bit But if Mother would have known Certain she would have had a fit. By Victoria Anderson-Throop © November 30, 2012