Tiny Little Terri has a disease
She gets smaller an smaller with every sneeze
She used to be tall, about Six Foot Three
Now she is smaller then short little me
She says, “You’re all crazy! I’m not getting small!”
She says, we’re all crazy! We’re just getting tall!
One day she came to visit, now smaller then my hat
It was the last time I saw her, she didn’t see my cat…
I was at work a few weeks ago and my friend Terri was having a horrible day. So, I wrote her a quick little poem. I think that is all of it. (I thought it was longer but I can’t remember it, and I can’t find it in my chicken scratch.)
Terri has had a heart/lung transplant and everyone really does treat her like she has some disease. She is only 86 lbs. and she treats her cats like they are her children. So, of course, she had to be killed by a cat. 
This is just one of the 3945739847598345 poem things I have. I think I will post a new one everyday. They all tend to be about people I know and they all seem to have very bad endings. LOL!
You’re getting the right idea. The more you tool around with it, the better it’ll be.
Comment by NIAC — July 23, 2008 @ 1:27 am
That’s great! Nice to see some of your chicken scratchings.
Comment by 1jmac — July 23, 2008 @ 1:08 pm
I really, really like this poem.
It made me smile and it has such a good feeling to it. I hope to see a lot more.
Comment by Rain — July 23, 2008 @ 2:22 pm
I want to see more of your writings Dagger. I love reading your GAP blogs even though they take like 8907624095879042875293485734 hours to get to the endings but I like that. =) The more reading the better and you are a good writer.
Comment by E_Dragon — July 23, 2008 @ 5:22 pm