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.
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Author:
Wordopamine (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a Twitter prompt (wink), and the memory of a childhood party game.
- Category: Humor
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