Socially Peeking
for Heather Hubler's friendship challenge
I know I am awkward, a real oddball person
and I know, with age, my curse has worsened
But no matter what, you always cut through the crap
And love me despite all the normy, cool-kid flack
Thank you, my friend, for without you, I am certain
I'd be lost and lonely behind a weird social curtain.
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Author's Note:
This short poem, which is an elongated limerick in style but awkwardly and, yes, purposefully unfunny/sad, is for Heather Hubler's Friendship Challenge. Full details of the challenge can be found in the link below:
Thank you, Heather, for a great challenge and for all you do to support everyone in the Vocal-Socialsphere.
Here is a link to all of Heather's work:
With Love,
CJ xx
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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Comments (11)
Well done… we all have our odd ways 🥹
Nicely done 😊
Fantastic!!!!
Awwww everyone needs a friend like that!
Awww!! I love this for you!!! 💚 Such a sweet tribute to a friend!!
Ah, I want me someone like this!
Love this! What a great piece on friendship!
It's soooo nice to have friends like this, who accept us for who we are, no matter how weird we are. Loved your poem
This is beautiful, and relatable.
Awww, a big hug for all the oddballs out there just trying to find their tribe :) I loved that you made this an endearing limerick. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece, my friend.
Beautiful piece