PreTeena by Allison Barrows for December 16, 2009

I’m not that crazy for poetry either.

Ode to Myself, by Jeri Keene

I wondered loudly to the crowd That gathers ‘round when I appear “You’re obviously pretty wowed - I’m not sure I should let you near.” So they stepped back to give me room Afraid I’d leave them in their gloom.

Because, you see, they idolize my every move, each breath I take, my perfect hair, my gorgeous eyes. This sort of thing you just can’t fake. It only takes a single glance from me to make my minions dance.

I could go on, it isn’t hard. Unseemly, maybe some would say (no doubt some jealous tub of lard - who’d care what she thought, anyway?). Trust me, I know you’ll never see A thing as great as me, me, me!

go ahead and submit what you just said teena. i understood it

and i don’t really like poetry

Allisonian did you write that for Jeri or my sister?

By George, I think she’s got it !