Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman
I may be a word person a poet of sorts, but as a child I had a weird relationship with numbers.
As I learned them in the start of schooling, I gave them genders.
Let me introduce you to my friends:
1. He is a boy
2. She is a girl
3 She is a girl
4 He is a boy
5 She is a girl
6 She is a girl
7 He is a boy
8 She is a girl
9 He is a boy
10 He is a boy
So I guess you realize now, that I am a crazy loon that should probably be locked up in the Loony Ben! That being said, here is my contribution to today's prompt at Imaginary Gardens.
Today's theme is: Synesthesia
If I decided to date it would be the number 8
she is a symmetrical beauty and
of course she has all the right curves
If I were to marry it would be the number 2
she is never fickle and the perfect number to serve
If I should choose to go camping
my trail hiking companion
choice would be number 9
he is hardy and a little reckless but in spandex
he sure looks fine
If I ever enter a beauty contest I want my judge to be number 10
he is always a good judge of character and his score always means
you win!
