20 June 2012
300 is the magic number...
Hey there I am Me, I've been Me for many years, I do a lot of things You may find weird, I fear. My sister and I play gurglies Where you gurgle a song or tune, The other has to guess it Unless you laugh like a loon. We also play rolly wars Where you roll to the other side Of the room in question But I squished her and she cried. I like listening to live versions Of the songs I know, The applause makes me feel epic Sad, but it's part of the show. I don't like people who don't text back, I've no sense of rhythm, I still make tents and still climb trees Even though I'm almost a grown woman. I'm more Countryfile than a clubber, My idea of a good night in Is watching movies on the telly With lots of tea and the biscuit tin. I click my heels like a leprechaun When I cross the road, I jump in puddles when they're there And get soaked head to toe. I don't like modern music It's got no melody, I knit and always bake buns and cakes My friends say its like I'm seventy. I live most of these precious days With my head in the clouds. I like it up there, everyone knows me And my noggin' rarely comes down. I once walked into the kitchen top And took a massive chunk off, Broke ten computers in one ICT class Which some of you are aware of, I've shaved a part of my cousin's head, Made a ginormous house of cards, Broke my collar bone trying to recover A doughnut I'd dropped. Yes, bizarre But I only ever think of food Or strange questions to ask, Like 'Is a puddle an ocean to a bug?' Or 'If one stood, as a task, Outside on a snowy day, Spent long enough out in the cold Would they become a snowman?' Well, I'd rather like to know. No-one finds my jokes funny, My friends all writhe in pain When I say 'Knock knock?' In case it's another attempt again. I can laugh at myself quite easily, In fact I often do For who's a person if they can't laugh at themselves? They'll never get bored or blue. I spend most days at the piano If I'm not I'm at the guitar Or with my nose in a book Or getting mucky out in the yard. I'm pretty sure my father Thought I was a son Until I started wearing girl things And acting more like one. I've a little bit of OCD And my filing system's the best, I still sleep with teddies sometimes Just thought I'd get it off my chest. So, that's me in a nutshell, My personality mess. Now let's pass it round the circle, Who's up next?
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