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| Bus Driver Her little face was cute as can be, And her smile, my goodness so lovely. How great to be the bus driver chosen For this kindergarten excursion. As I reached to help her off the school bus, She pulled back with a look of mistrust. "Dear child," I gently said. "Don't be afraid. The animals in the zoo are safely caged, In no way can they hurt you." At that she Said, haughtily, "I ain't scared they'll hurt me! My mom said to stay away from druggies. She said they shake. You on drugs?" Seized With embarrassment, I dropped my arms, Gritted my teeth and said, "My, such sweet charm. Honey, I shake because little girls like you Drive me nuts on rides to the zoo." I then placed her with a chaperone And walked off to nurse her wound To my pride, swearing by my E T tremor, "Next trip, she can be her own bus driver!" |
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| Tell Me I'm Normal My family said not a word about it, So I thought it was only I who shook For no good reason at all. I was thirteen when tremor tentacles Wrapped 'round my self-esteem. I had no quarrel with life to deem Me nervous, as seemed my family. Yet there it was consuming me, A trembling such as theirs' but denied. Within the privacy of my soul I cried, Is there anyone to tell me I'm normal?! With trepidation, I left my family In search of others not nervous, yet shaky. And lo and behold, to my wondrous surprise I found scores of people supplied With tremors, AND healthy esteem inside. I stared at them and they laughed, "Hey you shake too! Do you not know that staring is rude to do?" At that I chuckled, so relieved was I To have met others with shakes like mine. I then became a member of their club E T And my esteem rose to where it should be. |
| Just Because Hmmp! Just look at your group of women Exposing parts of their anatomy. They think they're oh so sexy Posing for your camera with armpits showin', Straps dangling, pant seams split, shirts without buttons. Their gold necklaces, with the letters E T, I say worsens what is already sloppy. What? E T stands for essential tremor? And with hands shaking all over They can't thread a needle to sew up seams, Or dangling straps, or sew on buttons missing? And they have rooms filled to the beams With unsewn items to wear when they pose? That means even more moneymaking photos. I want in. There, buttons gone, outfit's torn, Now snap me. No? I'm not tremor borne? Not fair! Give me a minute to shake like them. Oh it's just too tiring to keep on tremblin'. Poor, but steady, I'll always be Just because I don't have E T. |
| My Pompous Professor So brilliant, this pompous, arrogant, Mean professor whom with pride grants Approval to some, disapproval to more. Let no one dare to even think to implore This man to not censure views opposed to his. Having told this, can you imagine the fizz Of his hot temper when, in stress, I listened To one of his points of view and my head Shook "No" incessantly on its own? His ego let not his reaction known Till, with two years of my coursework done, He sternly told me no recommendation For a doctorate would he give the graduate Faculty for me. A mocking smirk cut 'Cross his face and stress was mine in dread. But how rewarding to see his face burn red As again my head began no-no tremoring. He thought I once again was disagreeing. I was awarded a doctorate by the faculty In spite of his negative influence 'gainst me. A humbling lesson he failed to see. |
| Popcorn Trail I was so excited to be dating him, But he'd failed to say where we'd meet in The theater, or where we'd sit together. I first met him this morning in the diner Where I work everyday as a waitress. While waiting on him, he showed much distress When his trembling hand toppled the saltshaker. He told me then of his E T tremor. So nice was he, I agreed to date him here. And now here I stand in the theater lobby Handing the ticket he'd given me To the ticket taker, whom says, with a snort, "Awhile ago a guy bought a bucket Of popcorn and his hands shook so badly He left that trail of popcorn over there, see?" "Yes! It's like a map of directions for me." And with penlight shining on the trail of corn, I followed it to where he sat forlorn. When he saw me he looked relieved, and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to say in which seat you'd find me. I was about to look for you." "What for? I followed your map of popcorn on the floor." "Wow, a tremor consequence not to bewail, For what led you to me was my popcorn trail." |
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