Belle Wassermeister

My name is Linda Bella;
my father calls me Belle.
I used to be his little girl,
but how my size did swell!
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Fifteen means one, and we've begun.
Thirty means two; how's that strike you?
Forty means three; you still with me?
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Poor Mary, my neighbor.
She cries all the time
because her husband,
John, just passed away.
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We walked along the dusty trail,
no shoes upon our feet.

Hot summer day.
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I want to stay forever, but I can't;
to this old world we all must bid goodbye.
It does no good to sit and rave and rant,
nor try to understand the reason why.
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What's a flat-chested girl supposed to do
when she wants to look good
for the senior prom?
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Mah Ham
is who I am.
I like this name because
it is palindromic, like me.
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She called for help today,
but didn't use the phone.
Did not have much to say,
for she was all alone.
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My mother always told me that
we shouldn't hold a grudge.
If someone has done wrong by us,
make them a plate of fudge.
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Mona Lisa was attacked last week,
a matter of extreme disgrace.
She couldn't even turn the other cheek
when a man smeared cream cake on her face.
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If I should not survive
my upcoming brain surgery,
I need to let my wishes known
as to the disposition
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Food is NOT always free
if you grab it from a tree.
If the tree belongs to me,
you have stolen it, you see.
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My friend is lonely as can be,
and I am lonely, too.
If she could come and visit me,
she wouldn't be so blue.
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Friends can become better friends;
this fact you can discover,
and with luck a better friend
can become your lover.
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I never had a chance.

My mother was fifteen years old
when she found out she was pregnant.
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I saw a red-winged blackbird yesterday,
something I used to see
almost every day
back when I was a kid.
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High on a lofty limb
were wisest words from Kim,
and there for all to see,
were gems from Rose Marie.
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Do blondes really have more fun
or is that simply one
of the myths perpetuated
on the uneducated?
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I miss old Smoky and his hoss;
he's not been seen of late.
If he's now gone, it is our loss;
wish he'd ride through the gate.
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What one approves, another scorns,
and thus his nature each exposes.
Some see the rosebush full of thorns;
some see the thornbush full of roses.
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