Don't Wash Your Dirty Underwear in Public

I skipped rope while wearing lead boots.

Went walking on the moon, bringing wine and crackers to complement the green cheese.

Ran with scissors.

Thought outside of the box.

Scraped my square knuckles while trying to fit into a round hole.

Stood on my head and spit nickels.

Sat out in the sun for too long.

Stepped on the cracks in the sidewalk.

Got mad instead of even.

Bit off more than I could chew and savored it.

I stood by as the years sneaked up, lassoed me and made me old.

Ate the whole in the doughnut.

Pressed my tongue against a flag pole on a cold winter's day.

Went through a red light when no one was around.

Let the world pass me by.

Gave it the old college try.

Went searching in the dark without a light.

Fell for an old trick ...

... washing my dirty underwear in public ...

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Went walking on the moon, bringing wine and crackers to complement the green cheese. '

Fine phrasing all the way through, especially above : picture book phrasing, very visual, enjoyable apart for the green cheese but it might have had a silver rind.. who knows.

Not even asking about that final phrase, but need say that i love the original thought of your poem, it's a 'don't care a damn' write.. feeling free and loving it. Not once selfish or unkind.. just flying your own route.

[Pete]

great thoughts & observations em. you give great reviews, fully emerging yourself in the write. you make a great critic ... :)

[emmajoy]

No point in reviewing unless the words are felt.. i read slowly as many or few times as needed.. Iand learn in the process! My pleasure..

[Pete]

i see that you are partial to Hornsby, a favorite of mine.

[emmajoy]

Found him on your page!

[Rojas]

Life's lessons well learned and earned. Some take longer than others.

But your examples and phrasing makes this really special.