(Poem 12 – Eleven) – 25 Poems in 24 Hours


Poem 12 – 11:00 16-05-2017



At eleven

I was a short lad

Not particularly bad;

But, not that good

At things.

‘Any’ things.

Well, I was pretty proficient 

At:

Breathing

Reading

Writing

Walking

Talking

Running

Thinking

Blinking

Winking

Adding

And

Subtracting.
Apart from those ‘Eleven’

Things

I wasn’t much good

At any thing

But, I was only ‘eleven’

What’s my excuse now?

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