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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Henrietta Hogglesbottom
[time] => 2011-04-05 16:22:19
[hometext] => Humor, Childhood, Complaints, Little Bobbin Nose, Questioning, Little, Big, Giant, Growing Up, Dissatisfaction, Life, Self-Discovery, Wonder
[bodytext] => ............................... "What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen." ~Cynthia Ozick ............................... Henrietta Hogglesbottom, Of North-South, East-West Street Hated everything about herself, And it all started With her feet. "They are way too big! Much, much too big For a girl of only seven. Why, I shouldn't have Big feet like these Until I'm at least Eleven." The next thing on her Long, long list Were the knobby knees She had. And every time she Saw those knees, They made her feel So very sad. "They're not just Only knobby," Henrietta said, Fighting back a tear. "They make me look Just like a Giraffe. And that can't be good. Oh dear." But Henrietta Hogglesbottom Did not stop there At all. Another thing That bothered her Was that she was An inch Too tall. Not half an inch, Nor half-half an inch, But the biggest inch That she could find. Which made her twice as tall As several of the other Kids combined. Henrietta Hogglesbottom Also did not like Her toes. And what distressed her Even more, Was her little Bobbin nose. "It is too small. Too small, indeed! A nose with shape Is what I need. A nose defined, And curved just right. A nose that does not Snore at night." She gazed into the Mirror, And frowned a Fretful frown. Everything about her Seemed to flip-flop Upside down. "I hate my freckles," She softly said. "They're everywhere Upon my head, My arms, my hands, My neck and cheeks. I've had them for A million weeks." "And that's not good, Not good for me. For I know others see The me I see. And freckles are not Fun to own. Oh, I hope they're gone When I am grown." She did not like Her fingernails. They were short, Quite dull and fat. They looked just Like her little brothers, And she did not Care for that. She did not like her curls, Nor the color of her eyes. She did not like her "How are you's" Any more than her "Goodbye's." She did not care To have Red hair Not a little. Not at all, She'd have preferred Black hair, Or brown, Something far more common Than the red She had to Wear through town. For Henrietta Hogglesbottom, Of North-South, East-West Street, Hated everything about herself, From her head down to her feet. From her toe-tips to her ear lobes, Henrietta was never satisfied. If a compliment ever came her way, It was at once denied. She was not happy with a Single thing The Fates had given her. There was always something Out of reach Of which she would Prefer. "My eyes aren't very pretty," She admitted with a sigh. "And I guess they'll always be This way, No matter what I try." "My teeth are kind of crooked, In a crooked sort of way. They haven't changed a smidgen, And I've been smiling all day." She shook her head And glanced down, Her crooked smile changing To a frown. And she shook her head Quite hopelessly, Seeing things only As they seem To be. "And my ears. My ears. They're so immense. They do not make A bit of sense. My head's so small And they're so big. They're an awfully Large Thingamajigg... They're like an Awful nightmare dream. And if they get any bigger, I will scream They'd work better On a Windmill Turning 'round and 'round And 'round, Instead of being On my head Weighing all of my Thoughts down." She fidgeted, And tapped her toes, Thought deeply as she Scratched her nose. And chewed on her lip In mid-debate. "Maybe things will be better When I'm finally eight." Copyright © 2011 Richard D. Remler All Rights Reserved [comments] => 1 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 5 [informant] => NightOwl61 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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