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DON’T! DON’T! DON’T!

Don’t run with scissors
Don’t drink from the hose
I won’t even mention
The thing with your nose

Don’t run in the rain
You’ll slip and fall down
Don’t swim after eating
Don’t want you to drown

You’re riding your bike
Too fast, it’s not safe
My mom drives me crazy
She thinks I’m a waif

I don’t think she trusts
The lessons she told
To me growing up
‘Cause I’m 50 years old!

Don't! Don't! Don't!

This poem was a bit inconvenient to write, timing-wise. I was at my office on my way to treat a patient when I heard someone say, "Don't run with scissors."

Of course the poem wanted me to write it RIGHT THEN!

So I did... before it flew out of my brain.

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