When Irma Juanta was about 4 or 5,<\/p>\n
Or was it 3 or 4?<\/p>\n
What year was that again?<\/p>\n
The year that she was born?<\/p>\n
Oh yeah, that\u2019s right, borrow the 1,<\/p>\n
Replace the 3,<\/p>\n
then subtract 9\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026which brings us to the age of\u2026<\/p>\n
wait\u2026that cant be right\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026hmm\u2026oh well, it doesn\u2019t matter, we\u2019ll say she was ten,<\/p>\n
that\u2019s fine\u00a0(if I\u2019m a few years off, I’m quite sure she won\u2019t mind)<\/p>\n
Anyway, where was I?<\/p>\n
Ah yes! Dear, sweet, little Irma,<\/p>\n
(who went by I. Juanta, by the way)<\/p>\n
always wished she could own everything,<\/p>\n
just because the T.V. said.<\/p>\n
And if say, the tele-tube was to\u00a0show, i dunno… a blue sled,<\/p>\n
And even though there was no defect or flaw with the one she already had, (it was red)<\/p>\n
She would take it,\u00a0break it,\u00a0and would stash the pieces beneath her bed.<\/p>\n
And then dare\u00a0her mother not<\/em> buy<\/em><\/strong> her a blue<\/span> one!<\/p>\n If a rare display of parental nerve, a simple “No,\u201d had she said<\/p>\n You’d better hide the wire hangers, Joan Crawford!<\/p>\n I. Juanta would emit a wail so loud<\/em>,<\/p>\n And with a shrillness that could raise the dead<\/p>\n So loud that you’d need an Advil, even though you live on the other side of town<\/p>\n Meanwhile, since we’re on the other side of town<\/p>\n I’ll introduce to you another tiny child,<\/p>\n Her name was Anita, and the poor girl’s family was quite wild.<\/p>\n …And when I say wild, I really don\u2019t mean to sound vile-<\/p>\n It\u2019s just\u2026well, it\u2019s nothing offensive at all, really, for the fact Anita is a crocodile.<\/p>\n Just in case that fact there, happened to make-a you smile,<\/p>\n I regret to inform you that, surely, the end-part will…<\/p>\n …make-a you cry-le.<\/p>\n (Don\u2019t judge me for having to make up a word,\u00a0No, not today, no Sir.<\/p>\n Not when applause is deserved, to reward\u00a0my ability to stylize such beauty<\/p>\n from an idea this absurd)<\/p>\n Poor, poor Anita was little, and some might say she was itty-bitty,<\/p>\n So all her classmates at school called her Wee Nita\u2026<\/p>\n Which brought down her self-esteem and generally just made her feel plain sh*tty.<\/p>\n And to make matters worse,\u00a0Even for being so very small,<\/p>\n In spite of all the makeup and fake hair she wore,<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t pretty, not even a blind person would hit on, not pretty at all.<\/p>\n So there\u2019s Wee Nita, right in the swamp, right? Living in filth with nothing nice or fancy;<\/p>\n Existing on only the things she requires.<\/p>\n Then there\u2019s I. Juanta, right? And she’s spoiled rotten, and gets everything she desires.<\/p>\n By the way, in case you were wondering,<\/p>\n Which one of these two heroines, history most admires?<\/p>\n Well, see what had happened was just this\u00a0let\u2019s just say this:<\/p>\n Well I heard, that I. Juanta met Wee Nita\u2026<\/p>\n \u2026and an altercation transpired.<\/p>\n I hate to say it, but KeKe said that from the looks of things<\/p>\n Although in size comparison,\u00a0To Wee Nita,<\/p>\n I. Wanta. Stood like a tower<\/p>\n But it was necessity that moved Wee Nita,<\/p>\n And I. Wanta became the wanted<\/p>\n I. Wanta got devoured.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When Irma Juanta was about 4 or 5, Or was it 3 or 4? What year was that again? The year that she was born? Oh yeah, that\u2019s right, borrow the 1, Replace the 3, then subtract 9\u2026 \u2026which brings us to the age of\u2026…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":206,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/206"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10111"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15473,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111\/revisions\/15473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}