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I didn’t think I would have time to post today, but I’ve come to enjoy posting so much that I busted my butt to get my work finished. Okay, almost finished. After seeing today’s Daily Post word, I reckoned a bunch of Bloggers would be posting advice about how to simplify or exhortations on the importance of simplifying. My life is far too complex even to consider doing so, but I remembered this old poem I wrote when I was younger and sillier. It’s not an intellectually taxing piece of poetry. In fact, it doesn’t get much simpler than this one. I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think of it either way.
An Irrational Fear
If I shrank down to the size of a pea,
crippling fear would paralyze me.
I could be crushed by a landslide of dust
or sucked dry by a vengeful flea.
If I happened to suffer such a fate—
a brand new way to lose lots of weight,
but don’t go try it, this new kind of diet—
I’d try like heck not to end up on a plate.
If I could avoid these horrible scenes
only to find out it’s not a bad dream,
I’d sit down, cry, and pray to God “Why?”
And try to get used to just being wee.