Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Seventy-three:

73

My mother used the word gullible

when speaking of me.

My sister did too

when speaking of her husband.

I would take great umbrage

and get blustery when 

my mother referred to me this way.

Well, I may be guilty of wishing

that true love was true...

But was I ever green as the grass?

Wet behind the ears?

Lord knows I wasn’t born yesterday...

I wonder how my brother in-law felt?

Even so, I wonder how Gulliver felt!? 


Markle~

27April2021


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