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His Love will Sustain Us

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His Love will Sustain Us

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The Sound of Creation

On the Edge of a Dead World

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

Archibald

Frozen Retreat

A Silent Knowing

Sacred Crone

Welcome Jack

Morning Candle

Please Live

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Remembering Spring

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

Someone Else's Paradise

April Snow

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

In a Moment of Understanding

Requiem for Yesterday

Forbidden

Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

January 14th 1995

Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

 

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk
By: Carolyn Lee

Oh your honor,
I beg you, please listen to me
To be on trial for being spoiled
Is just a horrible treachery.

How can you think Iím a spoiled brat?
Thereís absolutely no way.
I am not like a glass of curdled milk
Thatís set in the sun all day.

I ask you do I look (or smell) like spoiled milk?

A lady in a black suit stood up and said,
Penelope is spoiled and Iíll prove just that.
She held her nose and said shoo-wee.
Spoiledness reeks from this little brat.

Just wait till I tell my daddy,
What youíre saying is not fair.
I stuck my tongue out at the lady. (stick your tongue out)
Then stomped over to my chair.

The lady in the black suit said, Your Honor
I call Ms. Wiggins to the stand.
Great. Sheíll say Iím spoiled just because
I accidentally bit her son on the hand.

What can you tell the jury about the behavior of this spoiled child?
Well, she bit my little Bubba on the hand in my own front yard,
Took a big ole hunk right out of it-she did-Told my little Bubba
He looked like a sardine, and that she was a mighty hungry shark.

Go on Ms. Wiggins-please proceed.
Well I hollered, Come help me, Come help me-I did,
Cause poor Little Bubba was a runnin in circles and a screamin,
She bit so hard, thought his hand was gonna fall right off-I did.

Ms. Wiggins, tell the jury what happened
When Penelopeís mother came to help you some.
Well I would, if I could, But I canít,
Cause that there spoiled childís mama never did come

Her daddy came instead- He did-Said honey
Shouldíve told me you were hungry.
Started huggin on her, Didnít even care
That my Bubba was in a heap of agony.

Her daddy just put that spoiled little brat in his big fancy car
While Bubba was still a screamin, thinkin he was a sardine,
Took Penelope right down to Long John Silverís-he did,
For a seafood platter and some of that there Ďnilla ice cream.

I could call witness after witness,
but I think weíve heard what we need.
Your honor, it is plain for all to see
Penelope is a spoiled little brat indeed.

I looked at the judge with big (fake) crocodile tears
And made my lower lip quiver and pout.
That wonít work, said the judge, you are a spoiled child.
The evidence proves it without a doubt.

I am not spoiled stinky curdled milk!
Iím not spoiled! You canít say that about me!
Itís all Bubbaís fault (little sardine).
I am not spoiled! I am not! I want my daddy!

BIG PAUSE

Uhh okay, maybe I am a little spoiled.

But I promise, when I accidentally
Bit Bubbaís hand,
I really was hungry.

Another Pause

(And the vanilla ice cream sure was good.)





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