Christine, Wondering

Random Musings of a Human Becoming

Thursday, May 24, 2012

A funny old memory...

I was searching through old files on my computer today and came across one of the oldest I've got - from all the way back in early 1995. It contained two poems written by my then-10 year old neighbour, Sarah C, one of which was about me.

It made me laugh heartily and reflect that in some ways I've not changed all that much since I was 14...

MY FRIEND IS CALLED A DIMWIT.
By Sarah C.

My friend is called a dimwit,
She lives across the road.
Most people call her Christine,
But I don’t think so.

She talks like she’s a dictionary,
She talks like she’s a twerp.
She talks like she’s a maniac,
But she’s my friend,
And that’s that.

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