Tweedle tweedle tweedle deeI’m as happy as can be’The song is tormenting my nerves all dayDid I get brainwashed over night causeI’m compulsively tweedledeeing yet for hours With embarrassment I caught myselfsinging the little ditty out loudAnd I don’t even like the tuneI’ve tried to expel this harassing earwormby listening to an electric guitar loadedrock piece .. it helped mefor at least two minutes Then the tweedle dee intruder sneaksinto my mind again, slowly underminingmy usual equable temperamentWild eyesare looking back at mein the bathroom mirrorNow it’s the time to take drastic measures! Into my bathtub with my favoritePatchouli scented bath foamSome ancient Indian gurus already knewthe exotic smell is a boon for the spiritual,acknowledged by the hippies in the sixties Total relaxation, my body and soulare both smilingAn absolute peaceful silence … … A little drowsy after this perfect bath sessionI turned the radio on:’TWEEDLE TWEEDLE TWEEDLE DEE’
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk.She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals.Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website.She has been published in several online Poetry Review Magazines with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet’s Group anthology ‘Dandelion in a Vase of Roses’
