The Blacker Sheep

I bought her bad PR myself. I deemed
I was the oddity in family.
Though she rebutted “weird,” I flounced and screamed
my attitudes of nonconformity.
Original but fit, I never dreamed
it was herself who differed. Only she
disfavored jokes and exercise and song.
I wasn’t cuckoo-dropped. I had that wrong.

(Ottava Rima)

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