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| Author of Small Town Ghosts age 4 |
It is not everyday that one turns (3x12)+1. Today, my beautiful-shiny-sister-Shannon turns a whopping 13,515 days old.
So far, in her illustrious life, she has done some amazing things. At the gentle age of one she said her very first word umbrella, and since then she has learned many more words and even mastered the English language. I am sure that by now you must all be astounded!
Reigning supreme in the land of Shannon’s life story is the famous tale of PUNKY PIE. When she was four Shannon ate quite a few pieces of pumkin pie. Later, in a state of over-eating-awfulness Celebi said the now famous phrase, “me no like punky pie.” Her profoundness, even at an early age, was quite notable.
When Shannon was seven she drove a speed boat at such a tremendous velocity that the boat almost capsized. Luckily, everyone on board was returned to shore safe and sound, however Shannon has never been able to live the horrific incident down.
Shannon began her stellar writing career at the age of birth, perhaps even before birth she might have been dictating graphic scenes of horrific peril from the womb. At age five she was able to put pen to paper for the first time and the world has never been the same.
Happy-happy-happy-happy birthday Shannon Celebi, marvelous mother, stupendous sister, wonderful wife, all around great gal, and awesome authoress. May your day be gluten free and perfect in every way! I love you.
Below is a sample of one of Celebi’s earlier work. It was published in The Poetry Expess in 1984. The poem is a tale of woe, sacrifice, strife, and eventually love. Enjoy.......
The Busy Beetle
The busy beetle exercised
To see him there
I was surprised
He did jumping jacks
And leg lifts too
He worked so hard
His face turned blue
He tried and tried
To do something new
He wanted to lose weight
To impress Lulu
Lulu was the cutest bug
You ever did see
She had blonde hair
And the cutest beetle knees
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| Out-going authoress center, with her two besties Krissy and Mandy |
What a wonderful birthday tribute to our beautiful Shannon. I adore the beetle poem...particularly "the cutest beetle knees"! You are so lucky to have each other
ReplyDeleteThanks Justine, I certainly feel lucky for that little Shanmeister. Unfortunately, the beetle poem does go on after knees, but that was all I could remember from memory. I tried to hint out what might be the end of the poem, but I didn't want to give away my little silly surprise. So alas, we will never know what truly became of the exercising beetle and his girl Lulu. :)
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