As a little girl, I loved to climb trees
I was light-footed, got carried away by the breeeze
I used to be up there hanging with the lads
Playing with dolls was not one of my fads
Jumping from one terraced roof to another
We were birds of a different feather
Awry hair, hands dirty, scraped knees, broken bones
We were the neighbourhood’s naughty gnomes
Like a second skin, I wore my jeans
A dress on me would tear at the seams.
My girly dresses in the cupboard hung neatly
I would look at them but only fleetingly
Would this girl ever blossom into a woman
And learn to heed life’s endless summon?
I think she shouldn’t even do. I like how I can literally see the girl from childhood and until she grows up in a mental video montage that is accompanied by some piano music. Lol
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Oh yeah! Wish she shouldn’t even do. Thanks Mac!
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Pleasure. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Yeah thanks
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This is great! I always like reading poems about gradually growing up. It’s very nostalgic in a way.
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Those were the times.
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Indeed (:
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Oh yeah. Fun times indeed , playing hopscotch on the streets. Lol
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Oh definitely and playing tag with the whole neighborhood.
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Still want to 😂 lol
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Oh me too ((:
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Let’s 🙋🏻😊💃🏿
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Welcome Paul😎
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What a fun poem. BTW I was the complete opposite; all flowery, frilly dresses and lots of dollies!
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I can imagine looking at you now. All beautiful and lady like .
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The story behind the making of Lady Yasmin. So well written as well.
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Good to see you Jurg! Thank you for reading. Cheers to Arsenal.
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You’ll have to cast your magic spell again and make us win the next game, Lady Yasmin
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Abracadabra mama Mia Jurg. Am just a normal mortal Lord Zoolon will you have my head instead ?
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Forsooth Lady Yasmin, I am not King Henry 8th.
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Now, who might that be. I don’t know no King Henry 8th . I know only my Lord Zoolon. Long live You
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It is probably good that you don’t know King Henry 8th as he managed to chop the head of two of his wives. He really wasn’t a nice bloke, and he ate swans, Lady Yasmin
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Once upon a time in WordPress land , there lived a nice benign king George. Oh! Is there anything about king George. He was a talented musician and had a heart of gold. He loved football .
To be cont….
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Are swans eatable ? God forbid
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It seems so. He also stuffed himself with porpoise, seal and whole squirrels. He was very fat and ate no vegetables. They hadn’t worked out that in those days salads were good for you. Thanks for the kind words in the previous comment.
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Really. So sad , actually, that people lived that way.
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I’ve just remembered. Worse still, for a banquet he would have peacock cooked. When it was done, the staff had to put the feathers back on, so it looked like a peacock again, before he and his guests ate it. A truly disgusting person.
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OMy!Unbelievable!
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It’s true. He has a lot to answer for, not forgetting killing his two queens.
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Pliease , let’s nit talk about him now. Let’s talk about Lord Z
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Isn’t it funny how out of all the bits of history you learn at school only the odd facts stick and the important stuff runs away. Lord Zoolon is without cucumbers. All of England is without cucumbers. It’s been on the news that the weather in Europe means we won’t have cucumbers until the spring. Lord Zoolon wonders why this is news when people are suffering all over the planet. How is Lady Yasmin this morning?
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Oh! We have plenty of cucumbers in the veggie bazaar, you want some sent over , my Lord? People are suffering everywhere, why can’t it be the same status quo, if Lord Zoolon were running our planet , all his subjects would be healthy and happy , I bet.
I am very well, I thank your Highness , long live Lord Zoolon ! Or rather King George or King Jurg, as he is fondly called by his subjects.
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I’m not sure why I’m so worried about cucumbers, given that I rarely eat them. Even so, even without cucumbers we shall recreate Camelot, Lady Yasmin – it’s probably for the best if we bypass the dragons though.
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Oh God, Jurg. Do you happen to have your sword Lord Zoolon? Are they the fire breathing kind. Lol.
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My sword seems to be stuck in a stone. I can’t pull it out. I think I’ll ask this bloke Arthur if he can help.
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Prithee , My lord , this is a calamity for now you are most vulnerable without your sword. Shall I come with my Bubble-bow. I beg thee , call upon Arthur quickly.
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Arthur pulled the sword from the stone and ran off with it when I told him my table was not a round one, but an oblong one. I shall unleash the Knights of The Oblong Table upon him.
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Please unleash “the white kinights of the oblong table “Lord Zoolon, what brought on this woodness upon Arthur, I wonder,
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Arthur seems to think that I am responsible for Merlin’s owl going missing. However, The White Knights of the Oblong Table shall recover the sword before nightfall.
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Who is Merlin?
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Oh you mean merlin’s talking owl
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Merlin the Wizard. His best friend was his owl. He lived alone in the woods and always looked out for Arthur. Once I have the sword Excalibur, the kingdom shall be mine and all will have as many cucumbers as they like.
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I feel sorry for Archimedes, you must take him from Merlin, my Lord , but how do you plan to take the sword from King Arthur.
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In the dead of the night my pet raven will thief Excalibur from him while he sleeps or is otherwise occupied. Only then will the crown be mine and cucumbers will be eaten by all the souls of this Kingdom.
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I hope you have it by now.
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I have Excalibur. All is well. Now for the Cucumber of Destiny quest. I shall send news of my progress by carrier pigeon, Lady Yasmin.
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Thank Heavens, congratulations Lord Zoolon. I will be looking out for the pigeons, my Lord . Long live King George.
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Sadly, I must report that just as I was about to release the carrier pigeon, your update message pinned to his tail feathers, Merlin’s owl showed up and ate the poor creature. It is for this reason I am contacting you by social media. Thinking about it, social media would have been a better plan in the first place. Anyway, I have met with King Arthur who is in possession of the Cucumber of Destiny. Arthur says he will only trade the cucumber in exchange for the hand of Lady Yasmin. Obviously, I told him that Lady Yasmin is quite fond of her hand, and that he can’t have it. Our negotiations continue.
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😂 lol
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And I need my hand to write poetry
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I am most sorry to take so long to update you, Lady Yasmin. The thing is my negotiations with Arthur went on well into the night. I can report that, reluctantly, he accepts that your hand is not a thing he can have. Finally though, after a little bartering, he agreed to trade The Cucumber of Destiny for The Oblong Table. However, I had to advise him that without a table to eat at, what use was the last cucumber left in the world to me? Worse still, when I requested he at least let me see The Cucumber of Destiny, Arthur obliged only to discover that he had forgotten to keep it in the fridge. It had rotted away and become inedible. Sadly then, I must report, that the cucumber, like the unicorn is now extinct. On the plus side, I shall be returning with The Aubergine of Hope, a veg I pilfered from under his very nose. I trust this news goes a little way to ease your despair regarding the cucumber.
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Lol Jurg. You are an awesome amazing writer. You tell it so well. Am surprised you have not turned your hand to writing. We must compile all this into a book. You know , forget the cucumber. You must write, because you write so well.
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The writing of things that aren’t lyrics doesn’t come naturally, Lady Yasmin. Compared to you and some others, I just write. You however, write beautifully.
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Oh thank you kind Lord.
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I’ve just posted some old lyrics I wrote if that counts?
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Ah. Good 😊 am happy. Want so badly to read good stuff.
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Sigh sigh 😔 sigh it’s lovely
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Thank you, Lady Yasmin
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You are most welcome Lord Zoolon
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This was me too! Lovely poem, Yasmin.
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Oh yeah. I can feel that. Thank you Julia.
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‘welcome
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Hey Yassy!
I’d like to thank you for being a reader, with this:
https://thehonestfabler.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/the-thank-you-award/
🙂
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Oh yeah! You are welcome Ashu! Will read in a bit.
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Sure! Whenever you’re free 🙂
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I will get bach to you !
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I was a tomboy, who loved ballet.
All those things make you a well rounded woman imho. 🙂
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Wow. That’s wonderful. We all are still kids at heart. I am anyways lol. Do you have a pic of little you in ballet costume .is it too much to ask ?
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Haha what a sweet question. I do, but not on my phone. I’m away from my computer for a couple of days, but if I remember, I’ll get it to you then 🙂
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I thought I was being silly , thank you 😊
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It’s fun to reminisce…and I’m definitely still a kid at heart too! 🙂
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That’s more like it🙋🏻👏😜
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You little tomboy you! I loved the picture of little Yaz running around lol
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Lol 😉
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Love this, Yas! Such a sweet poem. It also kind of reminds me of my childhood days. We probably would have gotten along quite well! 😉
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Yes oh yes we would. What fun we would have 😜
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😀 😉
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I loved reading this! Your writing is brilliant!😊
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Thank you Shruthi.
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If only everyone could color habits so vividly. I was wowing all through the read. Loved it!
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Oh , your comment delighted me. Thank you Herby
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Interesting poem. Will read more of your work.
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Thank you Sabri
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you Nic.
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She would blossom into a tree climbing, roof jumping woman yassy. An excellent poem. There was a great sadness in those last two lines of someone being pushed into something she didn’t want to be due to the norms placed on us by society.
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Yes, you are right Davy. Don’t you think society sets guidelines sometimes cliches that we have to follow.
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I think it is sad yassy that we have to be labelled and made to fit into a certain categories or box. I am all for people being whatever they want to be 🙂
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Oh yeah! Live and let live. 😊happy Monday to you.
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And to you yassy. Have a great week 🙂
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Thank you. Goodbye.
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Ah! the childhood & growing up. This poem is incredible and it reminds me of the movie: Boyhood Directed by richard linklater. I highly recommend you watch it.
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I have watched it Charles and enjoyed it immensely
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🙂 🙂
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😇
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It’s obvious that you have blossomed very well.
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Lol
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Takes me back!!!
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Yeah. 😁😎💃🏿🙋🏻
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