192 All He Could Do

When all he could do
was wiggle, he,d
wiggle, wiggle, and wiggle.
Then he giddled, so he
added giggle to wiggle
and did both.

Then, when he could,
he would run, shout, play.
giggle and wiggle.
And play play
play and play and
play.

BUT NOW HE IS A GROWNUP WITH SERIOUS PLANS AND ISSUES AND
LOANS AND STOCKS AND BONDS AND THOUGHTS AND WORRIES AND PLANS AND…

A WIFE! and KIDS!!!!
(who wiggle and giggle and run and shout and play and play
and play!!!!)

But if we took
a clandestine look
into the back of his mind,
I am sure we would find

the
secret
wish
to
wiggle
and
giggle
and
etc.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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