"A character of difference."

To me, my mother said,

As a young girl lolloped by,

With much too big a head.



"A character of difference."

To me, was my mother's quick remark,

As a man walked by in bright pink trousers.

I think his name was Mark.



"A character of difference."

I would hear most days,

As I pointed and said something, in much too loud a voice,

About how weird that teenager's phase.



"A character of difference."

Is what I'd call myself.

For me, myself and I,

Are as cheerful as an elf.



"A character of difference."

Well isn't just about  everyone?

From the old woman who's a shut-in,

To the man who's out in Winter for sun.



"A character of difference."

Is what I will say,

When my children are naive and cute,

As they will be someday.

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Gnashville: 120 points (for writing "Help! I'm Being Eaten By a Rodeo Gal In A Dervish")

How challenging. Write a poem with the title decided by the author of the post before. It's quite absurd.

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Have fun! Try to read others' work! Be fair, play nice, be appropriate (I don't want to mark this mature). You're big kids; you know what 'appropriate' means.

Thanks, Eryl

updated Apr 13 by Lyre