Betting on Rolled Eyes


 "The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." e. e. cummings

Do you like crackers with your bananas?
I do like a little cackle in my crazy so
the happier the noise the less bitter the eye.

I once asked bread, “Do you get scared
when I stare at you through the oven window?”
My daughter’s reaction was priceless.
The yeast lost its rise in the giggles,
but betting on a set of rolled eyes was a winner.

I’ve been known to flaunt fashion.
My junior year I wore a bright orange dress
to prom and pranced among pastels in catwalk Halloween.
My dress spoke louder than their hairspray.

My motto is: “Don’t take yourself
too seriously because the mirror
has memory, and never wear
leggings to a buffet.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Sunday Muse: Wednesday Muse #11 ~ I love to laugh!


Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornJune 5, 2019 at 1:56 PM

    I love that your dress spoke louder than the hairspray at prom! Every line is priceless Susie! Oh and I never ever wear leggings to a buffet, that would be wrong on more than one level. LOL

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJune 5, 2019 at 8:11 PM

    I so enjoyed this poem. Love the orange dress.

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  3. purplepeninportland.comJune 6, 2019 at 6:18 PM

    Love the prom scene!

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  4. Phoenix RetributionJune 7, 2019 at 2:40 PM

    I love that you love a little cackle in your crazy making the eyes less bitter, love it!!!

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