Life’s Blue Dolphin Comb
At Showbiz Pizza when I was 10, all I could get was a dolphin comb.
Not even a lobster harmonica; instead, I got a blue dolphin comb.
When we watched the robot band, ate pizza and cake, I’m sure
I tried to content myself with it, my prize of a dolphin comb.
I was never very good at video games or ball-tossing games;
that’s probably how I ended up with only that dolphin comb.
I know I got a balloon, too, which may have helped take away
the sting of wanting a gumball machine, getting a dolphin comb.
It had a sailor hat and goofy smile, flimsy teeth that clicked when
I ran my thumbnail down the length of my new dolphin comb.
Here’s the lesson, Marilyn, if there is one: Sometimes it’s easier
if you can learn to fall in love with it, life’s blue dolphin comb.
The prompt from NaPoWriMo.net was to write a ghazal, which this one sort of is.