A Rare
Word disorder
When I walked into the room
It looked like an illusion.
It might be people I know.
That added to my confusion.
There was Vic and Faye and also Ray.
And Lori, with her groodle
Jan and a man named Dave
And an illiterate Chinese noodle.
Marie from France danced.
Then Lyn let down her hair.
Betty, Aileen, and Wilga too
Said come on, this isn’t fair.
Jill did the Watutsi.
And Vic played his saxophone.
That left Meurys and Ron playing.
On an old slide trombone.
I thought it was an allusion.
It spelt with an and not an “I.”
Just a passing reference
To cream and apple pie.
Then it was Faye who made my day.
She said Dave, what on earth are these illusions.
I took a breath and said to her.
My perversely perceived impressions.
Now that I’d satisfied Vic
Lori brought me to order
And said Dave, I think you suffer from
A rare word disorder.
©
David Rudder
2022
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