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| Try Me! Test Me! How wholly wonderful it would be Without, within fully steady. What things I would do I could not before I was taken by tremor's corp. But then, would I suddenly find Myself lost and afraid in a realm So unlike my essential tremor home? Behave out of place, be maligned? Would I wish for the familiar, Without, within shaking forever? If I were given the chance to find out I would not hesitate to shout, Try me! Test me! Let me face the unknown, Let me sit at last on healing's throne. From a life of tremors let me unwind To blissful calm in body and mind. |
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| The Doorknob Through the streetlight filtered fog The man raised his trembling hand and knocked Upon the door securely locked. His knock went unanswered and in a slog Of frustration he pulled out his key. At this, the scarred doorknob wailed mutely, No! Not the key! You'll scratch me again! Biting his lip, at the keyhole the man aimed And further marred the doorknob's face. The fog had not caused this disgrace, But the incessant shaking of his hand. Enough! the doorknob thought and Scrunched its keyhole tightly shut. And thinking to hit the keyhole wouldn't happen, The man gave up and kicked the door in. And as the doorknob saw this coming, Its keyhole it sprung too late open. But when the man flung away the key, All was forgiven of this man with E T. |
| A Couple Of Tales Yesterday while driving, my foot twitched And hit the gas pedal 'stead of the brake. The car shot into the roadside ditch And wow! I never felt so awake! I told the tow truck driver of my foot E T, And he said, "Man, no cost. This one's on me. Put a cast on your foot for control, my friend, That way it won't hit the wrong pedal again." Today, my hand tremor knife sliced my finger, Went to the hospital and there met a nurse So taken by my looks, she asked for a date. She didn't even mind that I've full body shakes. Now you may think these tales untrue, But they happened, to lies I bid adieu. Tremors don't always bring on the blues, As you can see by these tales I've told you. |
| It's Happening It happened during Thanksgiving dinner And caused her to ache for a drink, it to tame. Unaware, he stood and faced her. "Dear one, accept this glass of champagne And drink in knowledge of my love for you. Why do you hesitate? Why the look of strain?" "Dear, it's happening. Put it on the table." "Love, I know not what it is. Take the glass." "I can't. It's happening. I must pass." "Ohhh, your hand tremor. On the table it goes." Seconds passed before she gained enough repose To pick it up, sloshing out much of his love potion. To ease her discomfort at their guests seeing, He grinned and said, "Your trembling flatters me, hon." This, plus gulps of champagne, lessened her trembling And she raised the glass in praise of him. |
| Liar! While informing a reunion classmate That I was and FBI agent, my head shakes Became too apparent to disguise. "Yeah, right!" He laughed. "And I'm the King of France." "France has a King?" I asked, facetiously. "It does now," he said, smirking. I shouldn't have told him, in case I was right That he was the man I hunted. If he was, He might make a run for it through the crowd Of classmates and cause harm. However, he leaned In close and growled, "Look, man, you lie and tell me You're an FBI agent while shaking Your head no. Pretty stupid." "Well, I tried," I said. "Just wanted to impress a classmate. Got a disorder that makes my head shake no-no." "Too bad. It sure wouldn't fit in my profession." "Salesman?" "Ah, yeah, right," he said, warily. "Cocaine?" He jerked back, squinting at me in anger And whipped his hand to a bulge in his jacket. One thing about my tremor disorder, It heightens my reflexes when I'm under Stress, and I had him pummeled to the floor And handcuffed before he could pull out his gun. "No one calls me a liar!" I snapped, And I hauled him off to jail. |
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