I know my poetry strange lately. OK, my poetry always strange. But this time I am bringing back some poems in order from my past. Often say my first poem. Reality these begin my first attempts at poetry. My past is an open book. My Father an abusive alcohol. But it goes beyond that. The Irish plague. Four Brothers and Sisters all died of alcoholism. My first poetry was written in grade school. Because of my dress, bruises, Memory problems teacher thought I was not smart as in unlearned. Girls nursery rhymes were boring. Mom taught me to read books. So I repelled at Mary had a little Lamb. Three Pigs so I made fun. Teacher obviously preferred an all girl class. The boys were told to shut up Alice is speaking. I was put in a closet almost daily the bad boy closet. So the poems of course rewritten were first written in that closet. At the end of the day I laid them on her desk. Put the name Sally on them. Sally was getting the best grades in class.If anyone reads my works. Remember they come in order. I don't want to move them to the top each time one is added. That is not fair to the other poets.It is one of my own complaints. Give everyone a chance. /dandy