I received my word in the Think, Kid, Think March Madness Children's Poetry Tournament on Monday evening (our last and let's hope LAST snow day) and then completely forgot about it all day Tuesday. I had a rough draft in mind by Tuesday night but forgot to send it in by the deadline (that'll cost me some late penalty votes!); I pulled it all together fast on Wednesday night and sent it in, and then realized I used the wrong form of the word. Somehow I am not disqualified....thank goodness.
Now it's up for voting through 4pm on Friday--but it will be tough for you Poetry Friday people, because my "opponent" is fellow PF'er and teacher Linda Baie (who, curiously, also wrote a funny dialogue between mother and son. How does that happen?).
And here is my poem, in its rushed and raggedy glory...
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Mother’s
Retort to Junior, Age 15
You
think I am too old,
too late---
You
think I can’t incorporate
new style, new sounds,
new swag, new “apps.” Perhaps.
But
even in my frail and failing state,
there
must be some way to rejuvenate
my
sadly sagging groove and--- WAIT!
How ‘bout
I chaperone your date?
--Heidi
Mordhorst 2014
Enjoy the hijinks of Poetry Friday with Julie at The Drift Record.
