Norwegian Farmer’s Son…May 18th

May 18th…“WHAT WAS AN INCIDENT IN GRADE SCHOOL THAT YOU FOUND VERY EMBARRASSING?”

POEM – “In Walked You Know Who” by N. Elliott Noorlun

She stood at least, About 9 foot 3,

Or so it seemed, To scared lil me.

With ferocious teeth, That looked like they,

Could eat a kid, For a meal each day!

The thunderous way, With which she’d walk,

Would scare the stones, Cold dead to talk.

When she’d come near, This kid would fear,

My skin would turn, From pale to clear.

One day the other, Guys and I,

We had our turn, To “let things fly”,

So to nearby restroom,

Where we’d “toot” n “boom”,

Finding “nature’s relief”, In echoing room.

While lined up standing,  At the “loo”,

In walked behind us was, You know who,

With us in the middle, Of trying to piddle,

Her bellowing voice, Sounded like a bass fiddle.

She began to growl, “Hey YOU and YOU!!”

“Hurry up and GET, Outside you two!!”

I began to shrink, Inside my bladder,

Cause she made me cringe, THAT’s what was the matter.

With “duty” done, I began to run,

From that mountainous woman, Who’s growl was NO FUN!!