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| Cellophane Researchers look through with little interest Essential tremor as though cellophane. Invisible to the naked eye of importance. Not worth researching, a pointless strain. An affliction assuredly benign. But no, not benign. Death is its nature. Death to education's gift to shine In life with a progressive career. Death to thrive independantly, unhindered By this cellophane movement disorder. Death to participation in life, wintered In despair, abilities tremor shattered. Must they experience this affliction To learn the seriousness of it, Take note of these deaths that stem From this tremor, unrepentant? No, let research find its cure, stage by stage. Enrich the lives of all vexed by it, Release latent talents held in bondage By this disorder that need not exist. |
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Patterns Unique "Cashier!" I cheered. "At last, a job!" I then scanned The shop's carefully arranged potted flowers And determined to keep my tremoring hands Off of them. But the shop's heat on my tremor Could worsen it and cause me to mishit The cash register keys during checkouts. Since no customers yet needed me, I sniffed The flowers, unthinkingly fiddling with some. Suddenly from the entrance there came A scream of dismay. "What have you done?!" My boss! "What?!" I yelped, my eardrums in pain. I shot a glance to where her eyes were drawn And saw my fiddling had rearranged those flowers Into patterns unique. But hearing them fawned On by customers who soon bought them with vigor, She gave me a raise, took over as cashier, And had me rearrange the rest of the flowers. |
| Who Was I To Quibble? Was sitting minding my own business When a handsome man on the subway train Gave me a half smile and a wink. Now, I was flattered at his interest But respond to this playful flirt? Then, just like that, he was by my side. "Lovely Miss," he said. "You do me an honor." "I do?!" I blurted. "Oh yes," he said with a grin. And I admit, surely I was smitten. From then on we got together each day And soon we were engaged to wed. I asked him then what had been the honor? And with a surprised look he said, "Your wink." "Wink? What wink?" "Ah how innocent. You well know you winked at me on the train." My face flushed with the memory. It hadn't been a wink that drew him to me, But an essential tremor eyelid twitch. However, who was I to quibble, As upon my ear he nibbled. |
| Thankyou Nephew Dear nephew, you have my sympathy. I see by your script you now shake like me, And most assuredly mocked By those who insist it's not Done as a joke, not done on purpose, Or because you're a wuss most nervous. Hmmm, your script never before was shaky, Did you write shakily to make fun of me? Anyway, thankyou for the birthday card. Say, did you know I bought a Script Guard, A checker for true essential tremor In script witten shakily? Clever Don't you think? Again, thanks, and nephew, I'll let you know if I keep you in my Will. |
| Down The Toilet When the birthday girl smoked a cigarette, I got to craving one, but in private. I slipped from the raucous party To the restroom and lit one up, shakily Of course, thanks to my tremor blips. Took a deep drag, went to remove it And it stuck to my lips. Shook harder Trying to unstick it and my fingers Slipped to its firy tip. I squeezed back A scream and yanked it from my mouth, Along with a piece of skin at this act. Sparks flew from it, unfortunately south And burned tiny holes in my new blouse. I soothed my fingers with water, then doused The cigarette, and from the restroom I ducked Hoping to not be noticed. No such luck, Some partier joked, "Give that little pup A smoke, the party's got her all shook up." "Hey, I'm fine!" I laughed, avenged by my act Of flushing my foe down the toilet. |
| Splattered Favor My heart beat in trepidation As I stood before the congregation. "Beautiful ladies and handsome gents, I now toast you with gratefulness For your attending this social event." You've made it a huge success." I then picked up my cocktail glass And promtly shook drops of wine from it Onto all nearby. "I dub you all class Unmatched. And I apologize to those missed." As they all gaped, I assumed in shock, I laughed, "What better honor could there be Than to be splattered with the finest stock Of wine?" They chortled, lucky for me, And I set the glass down. My hand tremor Cover-up had worked! I'd taken my turn Toasting, granting, they thought, splattered favor. And off I walked, no one the wiser. |