Belle Wassermeister Poems

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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What's a flat-chested girl supposed to do
when she wants to look good
for the senior prom?
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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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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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Mah Ham
is who I am.
I like this name because
it is palindromic, like me.
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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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