I mentioned before that I recently pulled out my creative writing journal from 8th grade. You knew there had to be more, right? Yes, yes, there is. Apparently, despite some vehement declarations about how much I hated creative writing, I secretly wanted to be Shel Silverstein.
Friends and brethren, I present to you this untitled opus:
When your mother calls to you
And says to take the garbage to
The dumpster in the city street
O, you are in for quite a treat!
For in that dumpster you may find
Disgusting things of many a kind.
Dirty diapers by the score,
Old linoleum from someone’s floor.
Milk jugs, corn cobs, old beer cans,
Knobs and screws from broken fans.
Kleenex filled with who-knows-what
A few French fries someone forgot,
Greasy napkins, bashed in hats,
And don’t forget the long dead rats.
So if you are asked to take out the trash,
I’d advise to request some cash!
And when your parents ask you to,
Check how much insurance they’ve got on you!
Full disclosure: I actually just changed the second line of the last stanza. It originally read “I’d advise to request a lot of cash.” Unacceptable—a complete break of the rhythm.
Today’s insight: it’s never too late to revise.
Have a great Wednesday! Pull out your childhood writing if you have it. Anything you want to share? C’mon, I’ll even let you revise it.