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Don\'t pick me

As a kid, I couldn’t wink.

It’s something I was learning.

Couldn’t make it natural,

it looked like I was gurning.

 

I dreaded ‘Wink Murder’ games.  

I shuddered when selected.  

Anointed winking ‘killer’  

did not go as expected. 

 

Fearful of my obvious wink,  

I dared not bat an eye.  

“Who’s the blinkin’ murderer?!”  

the bossy big kids cried.

 

I couldn’t spoil the party,

The host was getting flustered.

Squinting out my wonky wink,

I instantly got busted.