Lost Marbles?

He said I lost all my marbles
I started to cry,
Really weep
As I remembered the marbles I owned as a tot.
I wondered how he knew
Perhaps he was a clairvoyant.
No, he definitely was a psychic
Oh, but those marbles
Red, white, blue and yellow, they were.
Their colours reminded me of Superman
Or rather Supergirl -because, feminism (duh!)
oh my marbles.
One by one they disappeared…
Lost forever in the dusty meadows of Soroti

So I started to shout
“My Marbles!”
Over and over again
He watched as I lamented
Looking a lot constipated
I thought he was going to offer his shoulder
I needed the comfort
Because, my marbles
But no…
The constipated look gave way to a guffaw
I looked at him in confusion.
Really, how would a woman in tears be hilarious…
His eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
“Mable dear, go find those marbles,” he said, patting my back, – “you’ve really lost it…er, your marbles.”


And that’s how I got the nickname marbles….well it was “Lost Marbles” but he decided it was a mouthful and Marbles it became



  1. Drew · March 14, 2016

    Nice story!


  2. B War G · March 14, 2016

    like it.. but stop telling and show

    Liked by 1 person

  3. talthecap · March 15, 2016

    I like this; I like that you’re writing more these days and I don’t come to your page only to see that the last post was 2 months ago 🙂
    I like these bits of stories you’re giving us. Please go ahead and while sights and sounds perhaps might have shown us better, like Elijah said, I think words narrating is also a good way to express this.
    Keep at it!


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