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I can never comply with fastidious hygiene

Try as thee most persuasive person might,
he/him, she/her,
they, them... can never wean
yours truly always objected
being told when to bathe/shower
particularly when puberty
found yours truly a tween
and my mother (deceased eighteen
plus years - sess her bowl),
she exerted authority

and told her \"take a bath,
or no supper\"
analogous to a queen,
strict disciplinarian to boot
who wedded her king
(my late father) at age nineteen
the latter (day saint) quite keen
nevertheless both experienced
love towards each other
and tricked out their progeny

(myself included) with halloween
getup, I vaguely recall Amelie Beth
(their eldest daughter -
older sister of mine)
donned as an angel
lighting up night sky, an empyrean
permanent heavenly fixture
popular through Byzantine
epoch, which blinded
her brother (me),
cuz yours truly, the devil in disguise.

Here I sit scores of decades
now edging closer to the edge of night,
and approaching those twilight years
remembering protesting vehemently
(way past the bewitching hour)
not wanting to wash myself
in the tub (water frigid cold), I write
how mother dearest,
whose presence I wanted to smite

this puny progeny
grappling as a neophyte
whose Lilliputian stature
(when a prepubescent)
a over five feet in height
who when constantly
teased courtesy bullies
ran back to ma mommy
whose son totally affright.

If employed in social services field, why

the above might justifiably

smack of insubordination

hashtagging me as Pigpen thereby

wharf fare prompting me

to cleanse myself diving off a Quai

in an effort for Peanuts gallery

to accept yours truly well nigh

but unfortunately

getting mistakenly captured

as a prisoner of war


forced by Japanese to construct

two parallel bridges spanning

the river Kwai

as part of Burma Railway,

also called the Death Railway,
for the many lives

lost in its construction,
but my daring do,

(and boyish good looks)

found yours truly
whisked away to the island of Hawaii,

 

where hula dancers
choreographed, entranced, and finessed
their seductive routines
a native lass smitten courtesy

one wily word wizard
whose courage bucked up
after munching powder milk biscuits

taken as mistress

helped beget our daughter,
who became apple of mine eye.