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| The Chandelier One hundred cheerful essential tremorers Mingled in the ballroom of the mansion And began to sip superb liqueur, Imbibed to calm their tremors for party fun. Above them a crystal chandelier hung, Its lights twinkling with each tread of their feet. Suddenly, the ballroom doors burst open And in charged eight masked men, robbers elite. Each brandished an automatic weapon And screamed, "Hands against the wall, face first!" They obeyed, their tremors working their worst. The robbers stole their jewelry and when done They grouped 'neath the chandelier to shoot them all. And were distracted by a rising hum; A crack crossing the ceiling from the walls To the chandelier in fast momentum. Before they could move, the crack scored The chandelier and it crashed upon their heads. Saved, the tremorers slumped to the floor, And the hum instantly was no more. Their tremors had vibrated the walls Till the chandelier was split and fell below. |
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| High I Q, Or Low? I'm told I'm smart, that it's envied in me. Do you suppose I am because I've E T? I read that the majority who have it Have high I Qs and great wit. Now, to brag about compensation That comes due to tremory functions Would be insincere of me, For less smart might be better, with no E T. If I had to choose between the two, I'm not sure just what I would do. High I Q, but shaky? Or low, but steady? Its been said that ignorance is bliss, So I choose to live my life in happiness, Low in I Q, but with steady hands to lend To shakers with high I Qs they choose not end. |
| My Achilles' Heel With trepidation I told my employer, "I have a neurological disorder That makes me shake." I hoped telling The reason for my peculiar shaking Would relieve me of my anxiety Over views of my tremor anomaly. But even as she tilted her head and said, "Oh, I see," my telling had shed Not one shred of embarrassment from me. What an idiotic way to be, To tell the why of my tremors, yet still Desire to make them invisible. I must overcome my Achilles' heel, The want to hide what is real. |
| Queen Terminator Near the headboard of my bed it lurked, An eight-legged furry tarantula. I freaked. Oh why to the Bush had I moved where Unwelcome visitors climb walls? Would it attack? Thank goodness it scooted out Through a ceiling crack. Once a large carpet snake Blocked the stairs to my home's entrance. In fear I stepped around it in feigned nonchalance and, Still uncoiled, it let me safely pass. Later I found it wrapped 'round the rafters Of my outdoor john and I froze. It slithered Out a wide crack in the roof. Whew! These first encounters with creepy crawlers Happened twenty years ago. I've since grown used To their invasions, but my essential tremor Still reacts as unruly as it did back then. If a tarantula invades my home, I zap It up with my vacuum cleaner. And woe to Crawlers I find when I cut Bush timber, For I'll smash 'em quick just for being there. No tremor's gonna stop Queen Terminator. |
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| Utopia This is paradise, I thought as I Walked alongside a path of strolling, blind Inhabitants. A place I'll make mine. A utopia where no one stares at my Essential tremors. Many paths guide these Industrious inhabitants from home To home and to fields where crops they tend. A nearby old woman pauses In her walk and tilts her head towards me. "Such heavy and haphazard steps I hear Near off the path. Lela! Help the man, He's lost." And her lovely companion Soothingly calls out to me, "Come, follow my Voice. Be not afraid. I can help to heal Whatever has caused your loss of direction." My first instinct is to run, but I'm drawn To the gentility of this maiden. Hesitantly, I step up to her and give her My hand, and its tremors bring a look of Wonder to her face. "You have that which once We here all had, till in despair we chose Blindness in exchange." And I admit that I despair over my affliction. "Do not," she says, "For though you have tremors, You've sight to guide you on your life's paths." |
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| Champ Of The Boogie Woogie The band began playing a boogie woogie Tune and I grabbed my first partner From the long line formed behind me. I boogied with him till the next guy took over. These exchanges went on till they danced in teams, So quickly did each alone run out of steam. Long before, they had seen my shaking begin And thought it caused by excitement--a wigglin' Like a dancer with a feather tickling her. They didn't know dancing revs up my tremors. When my last partner gave up, done in, I thanked all and went to the room for ladies. There my tremors settled down, and I grinned At knowing I was champ of the boogie woogie. |
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