“Uncertainty” by Art Quilter, Gayle McKay
Thursday riddle poem #14
By Annette Marie Hyder
Some call me pusillanimous.
Some think of me as lame.
My modus operandi
is what I think of as ‘game’.
I haven’t got the strength to commit —
with a simple yes or no —
to anything even as small
as a tiny pinkie toe.
I waffle and I dither and I wobble
like a Weeble who can’t fall down.
I like my qualmy fickleness.
I wear it like a crown.
It’s not because I can’t make up my mind.
It’s because of my own perversity.
It makes me feel more in control.
My name’s __________.
What am I?