A simple, silly poem

via Daily Prompt: Simplify

Word count = 221 / Reading time = 55 seconds

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.