First Wacky Wednesday at Poets United, Oh My!

Thanks Dr. for the look at your book just for today I do say
on this day that is named for your joy-filled Wacky Wednesday 

First Poets United Wacky Wednesday

It is the first Wacky Wednesday at Poets United, Oh My!
it had already started out odd and continued by and on by

With a prompt over some place on out over somewhere else there

A prompt that requested your worst memory ever!- this I could not, would not, turned out did not have to bare or to bear

Could not bear to write of my own or to read of the pain of those whom I feel that I know

In rawest, real, undisguised pain even if couched in poetics, it  would bring me too low

So low, that from the earthy chubby wormed dirt I would look cricking neck up

Bring me so low that not from the shallowest “Who” (remember them?) cup

could I could sip or from the teeniest, tiniest broken off crumb could I sup

This was the beginning of the Wednesday Wacky

But was not the end, oh no, that not was to be

There were no shoes on walls no none did I see

But within a creeping, a crawling, tickle feeling in me

A giggle, an urge to just jump up and down

To spin, to bang tambourines, to put on a red nose like a clown

It seemed just the word “wacky” was getting to me

As I ran in sock-footed circles slipping sliding on waxed wooden floors with unbridled glee

Shouting hurrah! at the respite from politics, introspection, from that inner, Serious-Lee

Embracing the smiling jolly, joy-full, play of this first Wednesday Wacky Pearlie

I ran out the door into the gloaming sunset shouting THANKEE!