Saturday, October 6, 2012

poetry 101...A

Broken toe.  Oh no.

Bad bad cold.  Feeling old.

Husband sick.  Way to go, Rick.  

Party tonight.  House is a sight.

Need to shop, need to buy pop.

Errands to run.  Just no fun.

Gotta get to the bank ... my checkbook sank.

House to clean, but feelin’ green.

Smoke alarm ringin’ ... make it stop pingin’!

Should I get dressed?  Too much stress.

Instead I’ll go hide.  Goodbye.

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