This weekend, while visiting the family, I went through some old boxes in order to throw some stuff out. Along with finding a truly terrifying photograph of me as a 7th grade cheerleader (it wasn’t your average cheerleading squad, I assure you, as we were rejects, mere overflow from an actual try-out) Toby and I found a book of poems I wrote and illustrated in 1985. Here are two from that series.
- I hate the taste of brochlie
- I hate the taste of peas
- And I hate it when I’m teased
- People are always saying
- How stupid they may feel
- I’m sure I feel the same sometimes
- And that I says for real.
- Me, myself and I
- Are climbing up a tree
- There’s lots of things we spy
- Climbing up a tree.
- I spy the sea
- Hollared me
- And a bumble bee
- I see a fly
- Called out I
- And a guy
- Hollared I
- I spy and elf
- Called myself
- Sitting on a shelf
- There’s lots of things that we may seeI,
- myself and me
What a dork.
Mihow 
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