Once a Week
To be eccentric every moment takes too much from me,
so I limit my oddness to every Saturday.
On that day my zany hats come out from their hiding,
anxious for one day a week they get to go outsiding.
I don my feathered boa and stick on rhinestone lashes.
I wear my fringe-tiered flapper skirts with neon colored sashes.
I hop onto my bicycle, my cockatoo inside
the wire basket on the front and take him for a ride.
When we drive by the playground, at first the children balk,
but I pique their expectations as we have a little talk.
The cockatoo speaks bird talk and does a little jig.
Then he does impressions of a donkey and a pig.
He does a little rap routine that every child loves
and then I don my riding hat and my driving gloves
and pedal off to other adventures up the street,
expressing eccentricity to everyone I meet.
Later in the afternoon, I pedal us back home,
turning up the driveway by the garden gnome.
I put my bike into the shed, the bird behind his bars.
I put my rhinestone eyelashes in their storage jars.
I strip off all my finery and pull on my old jeans.
Microwave a hot dog. Open a can of beans.
I sink into my Barclay lounger, flip on the T.V.
turning once again into the ordinary me,
having exorcised my cravings for eccentricity
The prompts for today are expectation, moment and eccentric:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/expectation/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/28/fowc-with-fandango-moment/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/eccentric-july-28-2018/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Sound delightfully eccentric. I used to own a lot of hats, but I finally realized I was never going to wear them. It was the brims. I drove and the hats were always in the way of the headrest, so they always got tossed in the back and eventually, except for a few I kept to save me from too much sun, I gave up. I really looked good in hats. Pity about that!
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I love hats but look terrible in them. Thus I own a lot, wear none.
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You should do it more than once a week! Sounds fun. Love the image of your cockatoo in the basket 😊
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I would love to have a cockatoo but with 5 cats and two dogs I don’t give its mortality too long a run.
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My cat and dogs were scared of the cockatoo I had!! He was fierce 😳
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I’d love to spend one of your crazy Saturdays with you!
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Ha. Must admit it was a bit hyperbolic. In this day and age parents would be snatching their kids away from you!!!
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Ai am still laughing.
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Hah. You were envisualizing that, weren’t you?
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Oooh, I love a bit of eccentricity. 🙂
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I almost believe this of you – almost, but not quite. 🙂 Great poem!
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Okay, I get it. You’re doing 3 prompts in one poem. This is my kind of eccentric, Judy. It’s delightful!
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Thanks, Mary. Once WP cut out their prompt, there were too many choices, so fun to combine them sometimes.
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