I’m no ninny!
What is a ninny, what can it be?
Is it a sea star under the sea?
Or maybe a bird up in a tree?
Or maybe something you’d like to see?
Or maybe a gift you want to give me?
Or maybe a zoo animal finally free?
Or maybe a different kind of a bee?
A ninny is nothing but some poor old fool
who probably skipped many days of his school
who belly flopped into the neighborhood pool
who tries to balance on a three-legged stool?
who thinks that glass is some kind of jewel
who never learned to use a real power tool?
who doesn’t care if he breaks one more rule?
So leave me be, I am not a ninny
I’m not that fat, not that skinny
just a person who loves things mini
who loves her pig that is a guinea
whose best friend is married to Vinnie.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry