Despite the name of the poem… please don’t be a hexagon, lovely people… I much prefer dodecagons and splodge-agons!
You Have To Be A Hexagon
You have to be a hexagon,
Cos everybody knows it’s great,
To fit right in and tessellate.
But I am a dodecagon!
I might just be the only one,
This side is long,
And this one’s short,
And this bit’s weirder than I thought.
You HAVE to be a hexagon!
Such gleeful uniformity –
It’s how the world is meant to be!
But me, I am a splodge-agon,
A sort of blob with wobbles on,
A curvy individual,
A fun and floopy visual!
WHY CAN’T YOU BE A HEXAGON?
If you can’t look
Like others do,
I’m going to have to pick on you!
Don’t want to be a hexagon.
A bland, six-cornered dullathon.
I just don’t want to tessellate,
With you and your identi-mates,
Who mock the eccentricity,
Of those who do it differently,
And I don’t NEED to fit your norm,
Each corner crafted to conform,
No no, I’ll floop, and stretch, and be…
A strange and perfect fit… for me.
© Nina Parmenter 2018
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