The Boogie Monster

Assorted Poems, Some poems

You were always blaming things on the boogie.

The time you stayed out in the sun too long
And your speckles turned to freckles: the boogie.

The evening you admired the light of a full moon
Only to trip and fracture your hip: the boogie.

Even those times which once seemed good
Became named, shamed and blamed on the boogie.

I quite liked the boogie.
I didn’t know why you had such a problem with it.

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