Quirks

Seems I’m the Kind of Person Who:

…has floaters, and I swat at them,

thinking they are irksome gnats.

I see they’re not, but they still follow

when I’m doing “this and that’s!

…waters plants in leather shoes—

(shoes on me, not on the plants)

And I always get them wet—

Shoes, again; also long pants.

…Hums with famous violinist,

Itzak Perlman, but also

sings country with Toby Keith

and that surely goes to show

I have different tastes—they vary,

which is healthy, which is fun

but, back to poem’s point: my weirdness,

I fear that I am someone

…who likes cream soups and coffee cold,

 left-overs—why heat them up?

They are really good that way,

so why use pots, then have to scrup. (scrub :)

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I’d like a quirk that’s beneficial,

one that actually helps my mind;

brings back knowledge I’ve forgotten,

making words easy to find.

Laughing at one’s self’s a quirk,

and makes me wonder, could there be

 another quirky soul who’d gladly

swat at floaters, ‘long with me?

(or sing with Toby)

(or hum with Itzak – truly,

Beethoven’s violin concerto,

I can hum most of it)