The following are 3 of my poems. The first poem, about Bugs & Slugs, I wrote 11/17/05. The other two are several years old. I wrote them while I was interning for the Bill Nye the Science Guy show in Seattle, to entertain myself on slow days, as well as some of the staff! The secretary said I couldn't jump rope in the office (which I had been doing, and was giving her a headache as well as being a big distraction) so I started writing poems and sewing Sequins on my bikinis instead.

I Save Spiders, I Save Bugs

From the Walls, the Floors, the Rugs

I Like Possums, I Like Rats

I Like Worms and Slugs and Bats

It's Not Their Fault, They Aren't Bad

Their Reputation Makes Them Sad

They Wish and Hope and Dream and Pray

That We Will Love Them All Someday

Just Like a Butterfly or Swan or

Creatures Fair to Look Upon

The Slimy, Blind and Rodent Crew

Want Your Admiration Too!

Platform boots and vegetables,

Vitamins and fruit!

Lingere from thrift stores,

Korean ginseng root;

All night disco dancing!!

And frosty pink lip gloss;

Sparkly blue eye pencils,

Hot pink dental floss;

Dancing wild with cute boys!

Sequining my bras;

Wearing glitter everywhere!

Bettering my flaws;

Eating lots of brussel sprouts!

And being really loud;

Wearing neon spandex!

When entering a crowd;

Being a warrior princess!!

With a fuchsia car;

Buying loads of blueberries,

Running really far!

These are Traci's happy things,

The fire at the core;

The things that tickle me the most!

The things that I adore!!

My Grandma Fender was pretty full of it, running around with hordes of boys when she was young, and swearing like a trucker when she was older!! She could also outdrink anyone, and this was when she was in her seventies!!! She was known to threaten nosy neighbors with a large rifle in her front yard while wearing a bathrobe.

My Grandma was a wild thing;

My Great Gran even worse,

Friskiness is in my genes,

It's some boy crazy curse!!!

My Great Gran dated twenty boys

Or more at the same time,

And wrote mean things about them all,

Some of them in rhyme!!!

My Grandma just took photographs

Of her not wearing much,

And addressed the thirty she sent out
To "darling such and such"

My mother likes to wear her bra

And nothing else besides,

For disco dancing in the house,

Or on long Airstream rides!!

It must be in my DNA to

Chase a lot of boys,

To be completely hyper,

And to make a lot of noise!!!