Bits Remembered

Bits Remembered

A Poem by Ken e Bujold
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companion piece to Bits Left Unsaid

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Don't ask me twice, I've forgotten
four times at least, I think.

Do you remember the old maple
we hung Mrs. Grealey's nasties
from?

Those t*****s held enough nickels
to get us both incarcerated
for reckless endangerment of
other peoples lives.

I remember Mr. Grealey 
wouldn't let us cross
his lawn...

Ken e Bujold
2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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If Mrs. Grealy's nasties could qualify as lethal weapons, the woman must have been a sight to behold. If they were t*****s, she probably couldn't look straight down and see her feet.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

hhaha. actually I had a different idea in mind when I conceived that verse: using Mrs Grealy's holde.. read more
I enjoyed the poetry Ken. You made me smile. Our actions of our youth. Tomfoolery was always the goal. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading Coyote, glad you enjoyed the humor. I find short bits of satire to be a needed.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I did enjoy and you are welcome Ken.
Hi Ken,
Clever that Bits rhymes with T... :)
...loved it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

glad you enjoyed the humor JD, I love where your mind goes, casue the rhyme you found is entirely su.. read more
JD Major

2 Years Ago

... looking forward to those Bits left Unsaid!
Every neighborhood has its Grealey when you are young. If you cannot find them when you are older, it is you.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Ken e Bujold

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