from the moment i was born,
they knew it would be so —
my swaddling clothes were wrinkled —
that was the way i’d grow.
i grew from wrinkled underpants
to mostly crumpled shirts,
i wore my tights, 2 times too big,
under my crinkled skirts.
i grew into a wrinkled teen
in graduation gown,
and when i became queen i wore,
of course, a crumpled crown.
now i wear a tousled look
to match my crooked smile,
now it’s time to straighten out,
if only for a while.
© 1973 kStan(ly) Lanning
“There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile. . . .” Ha. Just noticed the illustration.. great. As was the poem.
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yes, it kind of says it all.
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“There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile. . . .”
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