Most people don't remember much,
Until they were four or three,
But most people generally,
Doesn't ever include me.
I remember the days of tweenies,
My third birthday cake,
I know I was never sure,
Of quite what to make.
See most people think it's simple,
And goes the general way,
So if you asked 'most people'
This is what they'd say:
When we were five,
It was all easy,
When we were six,
It was banana split and lemon squeezy,
When we were seven,
It was pirates in trees,
When we were eight,
It was write about all the bees.
When we were nine,
It was write 500 words about those,
When we were ten,
It was 'Wow-look at those clothes! '
When we were eleven,
It was that guy is sooo fit!
Now that we're twelve,
It's look where she bit!
It hasn't really changed much,
Well at least not for me,
Its still so confusing,
Its still one, two, three...
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An interesting little poem, this is very cute. Also a lot of philosophy here. Very nice mix.