When growing up we do-
And there are eight of you,
It’s all fun and games,
Until we start calling one another names.
We have real names.
And fun names.
Nick names.
And rhyming names.
But heaven forbid
When you get called a pig!
True story.
If mom heard you,
Or someone ratted you out,
You had to stand in front of the mirror and say:
“I AM A PIG”
Fifty or a hundred times.
Depending on mom’s mood.
We were wise enough to stand there and utter loudly
“I AM”
Whisper “not”
And utter loudly again
“A PIG”.
To which mother would shout!
“I CAN HEAR YOU SAY NOT!”
