Talking over our lives, as you do with a new love, I told Dónall about my troubled pre-pubescence, when I was convinced that I was abnormal and that I would never grow breasts like Marilyn Monroe's or even like Christine B's who was in my class at primary school and was an 'early developer'. This poem grew out of our conversation........
One - two - three!
Christine B
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what a lively read! the poem just talking over the lines...honest humorous introspect, Janice...10/10
The whole life could be put in skipping rhyme like that (a good therapy :) I like the playful style of the poem, can imagine a rope and girls jumping and singing it. There is a wise insight at the end.
Ha ha ha! ! ! I love this! And its funny.... I still remember the first girl with Boobs at primary school! Oh I dream of Pamela Skinner! ! !
A clever and catchy piece Janice. We skipped through our days and had heaps of innocent fun. But we began to change and grow and skipping poems changed too! I love it and can just imagine the vigor of turning and skipping the rope! 10 Karin Anderson