A Bit of Comic Relief

Why Me?

©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson

Of all the people

in the world

millions of guys

zillions of girls

of all the animals

there are

from Timbuktu

to Zanzibar

of all the statues

ever raised

to villains feared

or heroes praised

of all the buildings

ever built

that stand up straight

or even tilt

of all the car tops

ever made

from fiberglass

to steel

to suede

why did it have to

land on me

not on the ground

not on a tree

not on the street

or at my feet

but on my head

with liquid dread

I must exclaim

at the deadly aim

of the dreadful turd

of that dreadful bird

I hope this silly verse doesn't offend anyone. I wrote it almost 20 years ago when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself after my hysterectomy, which did not go well. (Surgical menopause = not a good thing.) Way back then, writing this childish poem with a bit of crudity thrown in for good measure made me laugh. It still does.

It also makes me remember that braving bird-filled skies is part of the package here on earth. And I sure wouldn't want to give up the beautiful music they bring with them!

Signing out. At the beach. Still on pins and needles...

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