- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hyperchallenged
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Click hereWhen I grow up I want to be a nerd
My dream to wear my socks up to my knees
And to sit and read in the library
I know to you that must sound so absurd
With glasses set upon my nose so grand
Wires on my teeth, a brand new smile
Wearing hand me downs that suit my style
Adorning bandaids, covering my hand
Returning from the beach covered in sand
My room a haven, I hide in exile
Stare into the face looking back at me
Mirrored, is a stranger of some new land
Looking like a lost forgotten child
Not registering what it is I see
The rims, the braces, looking for a word
Buttons done up high, just for Mum I please
Asthma pump, inhaling I cough and wheeze
A breath I catch, no more will I eat curd
Tartan skirt, crisp shirt; I like what I see
A nerd's reflection, is that really me?
- COMMENTS
seasparksalmost 20 years agoOn behalf of all of us nerds who have never quite grown out of it, Thank you!
lostandfounderalmost 20 years agoGood work! Cute poem!
You worked a difficult form well and made it flow wonderfuly.
Am I the only one who finds Tartan skirts sexy?
