An Observation
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I larf and skip and spankle back,
I wobble leek and farmy slack,
I runny fall, I swanky blart,
I twiddle up and scribble spart,
I jelly drup and pigeon ski,
I quid and pip and smackaree,
I cranky twist and spackle smink,
I poky itch and riddle fink.
Somewhere back there was a time
When Mommy helped me out the door,
But since then I’ve grown –
Up or down? Can’t tell.
My shoulders turned to metal,
My face a sallow saggy slump.
Green and blue and dying.
I hardly know my name.
Into the arctic of my mind, I grope for a soul-
But why bob for a rotten apple?
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
