Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

The Diagnosis

Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

You deviate like a highway of hills and dips.
Contrasting expressions exude from your lips.
Your disposition changes from serious to tickled.
The doctor’s diagnosis is that you are very fickled.

The affliction that you are displaying is worrisome.
This behavior must be studied to finalize an outcome.
It is perplexing; you don’t have a fever or a cough.
The results are back; your mental equilibrium is off…

There is a treatment for your curious abnormality…
With therapy, you’ll be renovated back to normality.
Your emotions will walk a narrow road of tolerance.
You will learn to follow in line with other accepting ants.

Thank you for your sincere and responsible annotations.
With all due respect, I’ll turn down your recommendations.
For you see, I am thankful for the passion I feel from events.
I prefer the term multifaceted; boredom is what it prevents.


Comments about The Diagnosis by Theresa Ann Moore

  • JoAnn McGrathJoAnn McGrath (4/26/2007 1:40:00 PM)

    From one ant to another I'll step in line to dine on this one....{: O)
    I'll take a perscription first: O)(Report)Reply

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  • Glaedr the poet (4/26/2007 11:20:00 AM)

    Very interesting. It rhymes nicely too.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 18, 2011