#40
Ms Carriage
[H. C. E.]
I could have had a brother,
Or I could have had a sister.
Since I didn't have one
I couldn't really mister.
There's that absence just behind me
Where he/she could have been,
But since they never wasn't,
There's no way I'm akin.
The emptiness inside me
For the one I never had
Is my own discerning onset
Of a state wherein I'm mad.
Madness is a wrinkle
In my middle frontal lobe
(I'd settle for a crumpet
Not to read the book of Job).
Happiness is galling
As I set and watch TV;
I missed it once and saw it pass
And drank a cup of tea.
Now I have a little dog
Who means the world to me,
As each contestant utters
When she meets the back emcee.
Shot out of a canon,
I sat my ego high,
But ran into a herd of owls
That smelled like shoofly pie.
Living without siblings
Is more easy than it sounds;
I never have to share my beads
Or blush to run from clowns.
All is really well now
On the inside of my head;
Since my brain is smooth as jelly
I can tick-tock till I'm spread.