THE NO-SUCH WORD

When I was a kid I lived for awhile
With my grandparents in their domicile;
And Grandma was as sweet as sweet can be
In letting me know how deeply she loved me;
But she would quickly wax sour if she heard
Me saying what I thought was a good word;
It wasn’t profanity, like hell or damn;
For those she would have slapped me clean to Siam;
I’d use this no-such word each time that she
Gave me a task that didn’t seem fun to me,
Or one that required me to work extra hard,
Like making good grades on my report card,
Or one that didn’t fit my moment’s desire,
Like bringing in a load of wood for the fire;
And each time I used it, she’d rave and she’d rant
And loudly yell at me, “There’s no such word as can’t!!”
Then she’d add, “You’d better put your mind to it,
One way or another you’re going to do it!”
And as the years went by, I must confess,
I gradually used the no-such word less and less
And gradually learned I could do more and more
Of the things I said I couldn’t do before;
Then came the day when at last I was grown
And had no-such word using kids of my own
Each time they used it, I’d rave and I’d rant
And yell at them, “There’s no such word as can’t!”
Then I’d add, “You’d better put your mind to it,
One way or another you’re going to do it!”

©2010 J. G. Braddock Sr.

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