Mary Mary quite contrary,
Mary had a little lamb,
Proud Mary rollin’ on the river
Won’t tell you who I really am.
Mary Mary where you going to?
Honestly, I have no clue.
I’m not Mary Jane on her last dance
Or Ricky Nelson’s Mary Lou.
That list of tunes goes on forever,
But let me tell you just one thing:
No one else can write my story.
This is my life, my song to sing.
~~~ This was written for the latest prompt in the poetic memoir series from Poetic Bloomings asking us to write about our nicknames. For me, it wasn’t so much a nickname as continually having songs sung to me with my name in it.