So I was going through a little box of memories (school pictures, projects, certificates, etc...) my mom put together for me as a Christmas gift. I was looking for something in particular but I couldn't help but notice how many dang poems and haikus I was forced to write during my childhood. This is probably why I have an uncanny ability to come up with random rhyming blurbs on the fly. Thank you, creative writing class. By the way, I don't think the picture above and the poem below match in time frame unless I was a super advanced 6 year old.
Without further ado, I present to you "Houston Winter"
(there is a typed translation below the original in case you can't decipher my excellent cursive print. And let me warn you...this outpouring comes from a very dark place...brace yourselves)
Houston Winter
Houston Winter can be a pain,
You watch T.V. and hear the cranes.
You don't need a shovel,
The sun is my trouble.
I'd like to go where it snows all day,
Like maybe Rhode Island or even Maine.
There is no snow there is no hail,
Houston is at the bottom of the scale.
You can come to Houston it'll be a pain,
If you come you'll grow insain.
Let me tell you it's a boiling pot,
I think I'm really going to rot.
Houston winter can be a pain,
I'll garuntee you'll go INSAIN!
--Lori Graves
Let me add a disclaimer that, as a spelling bee champ, I am ashamed that "garuntee" and "insain" are spelled incorrectly. Also, what made me turn so viciously on my own city? Poor Houston got a verbal lashing here.
3 comments:
wow - that photo is a scream! and that letter - you were only speaking truth, right?
Lori, this is perfect. 1984 was a photogenic year for you and the year of my birth, so all in all, awesome.
That poem is hilarious! "Garuntee" makes me think of those old commercials for something being sold by that Cajun chef who would say (spelling is for annunciation): "Eye gar-ron-tee!". I'm glad none of us ever rotted in a Houston winter (although we may have gone a little "insain").
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