It began on the day I was born
A second daughter— my dad was forlorn
Because Like (another second daughter)
Queen Elizabeth I, (One)
(Her dad Henry VIII) Our dads both wanted sons
My id, ego and self worth were purged
An inner tomboy was soon to emerge
Years later a new brother was uncorked
My dads mood improved— the difference was marked
(I abdicated) My throne—Unseated without contrition
(Worse yet) Forced into the middle child position
(To cope) I escaped into mythical fantasies
Crowned myself Queen of a place never seen
The Amazon land of Latoreria
Because it (kind of) rhymes with Lydia (my name)
My loyal subjects of course were my toys
In revenge (insert evil laugh)—I allowed none among them to be boys!
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Know how you feel! I was the third daughter, last child. My parents seemed OK about it, but my elder sister punished me from birth (I was supposed to be David).
I was supposed to be Robert. Second daughter, last child. It took me well into adulthood to forgive myself. 🙁
Hilarious! I always tell people I was my dad’s favorite son, until he actually had sons.
Ha! Don’t get mad; get even.