{"id":51484,"date":"2019-06-22T17:13:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:13:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51484"},"modified":"2019-06-22T17:13:46","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:13:46","slug":"a-boys-life-robert-mcgammon-or-the-musings-of-a-little-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/a-boys-life-robert-mcgammon-or-the-musings-of-a-little-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"A Boy&#8217;s Life (Robert McGammon) or The Musings of a Little Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Boys have all the fun<br \/>\nThey get play all day and run<br \/>\nThey can fall down and get dirty<br \/>\nWhile I gotta sit back and be purty<br \/>\nPrim and proper is the way of the land<br \/>\nYou gotta learn how to act to get a husband<br \/>\nNo running, no jumping, no skinned up knees<br \/>\nYou gotta be a lady and learn how to please<br \/>\nBoys got it made I swear it&#8217;s true<br \/>\nSometimes I wish I was a boy too<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Boys have all the fun They get play all day and run They can fall down and get dirty While I gotta sit back and be purty Prim and proper is the way of the land You gotta learn how to act to get a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":282,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51484","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51484","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\/282"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51484"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51484\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51525,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51484\/revisions\/51525"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51484"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51484"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51484"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}