Norwegian Farmer’s Son…December 26th

December 26th…“ON YOUR FARM, IN MINNESOTA, AT WHAT AGE DID YOU START TO REALIZE THAT LIFE COULD BE DANGEROUS?”

POEM – “Pobody’s Nerfect”  by N. Elliott Noorlun

Pobody’s Nerfect, Especially me!

Been this way, Since I’d say three.

It’s a minor miracle, That I’m still here,

Considering the courses, I did steer.

There were many times, Back on the farm,

When my given name, Should’ve been “Harm”.

You’d be amazed, At the stunts I’d pull,

Like blood-poisoned feet, Or shootin’ the bull.

Now the bull t’weren’t happy, With what I did,

You see, I was a mean, Widdo kid.

Had my BB rifle, Aimed just right,

In a place that made bull, Wanna fight!

If it weren’t for the solid, Fence back home,

I wouldn’t be here, A writin’ this poem.

Then there’s the mower, With which I played tag,

Except my fingers, It decided to snag.

I’ve fallen from haymows, And cracked my head,

It’s amazin’ that this kid, Ain’t yet DEAD!

Once while tripping, Over my toes,

I went the way, That gravity goes.

Twas in the school gymnasium,

That I busted wide, my cranium…..(just a figure of speech, folks)

The Doc said, “One more blow like that”,

“Will make him less, Than dog or cat!”.

So just be thankful, You’re as good as you are,

Cause I’m amazed, I’ve got this far!!! 😉