A bit of poopery


A bit of kid poetry….

Too much sauce

too much paste

too much pasta on my waist

feel so bloated

feel so blue

feel like a toad

and smell like one too…

…and a bit of kid poopery….

I love kids. It seems that most are willing to reveal their true thoughts, or at least share their minds…unless they write a book, years later, trying to recapture exactly how they felt, what they thought, etc, etc, etc. The book I am referring to is ANGELA’S ASHES by the once-prolific storyteller Frank McCourt. Although it is a sometimes hilarious account of an Irish Catholic schoolboy’s childhood in pre-World War Ireland, it also presents what many Limerickmen and Limerickwomen claim is a load of….especially concerning the author’s mother, Angela. I find this bewildering, since the author had such a powerful ability to capture realistic childlike thought. I still enjoy fragments of the book…but, the realization that Angela McCourt was nothing like her son’s description- according to a crowd of reliable witnesses- is not acceptable. I would never describe my mother in fictional terms, some things are too important. What possessed him to do that?

…he’s long gone from this world…we may never know.

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About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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