Sunday, February 12, 2006

Maybe, Maybe

Maybe, I’ll write a poem today,
maybe not.
Maybe, I’ll get some work done,
or start on my taxes.
Maybe, I’ll wage a war against fleas
on the dogs, but
definitely not the cat.
Maybe, I’ll eat a peanut butter sandwich,
with dill pickle potato chips,
and an ice cold Miller Lite.
Maybe, I’ll cast a thousand emails
on the Pentium sea of fiber optics,
and see how many weirdoes drift back.
Maybe, is a word
that leaves ALL options open,
I’ll do just that.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)


Aurora said...

Maybe I'll say I like this, maybe I won't....:p Okay, I DO like it.:)

Pat Paulk said...

Maybe I'l say thank you, maybe I won't...Being the Southern Gentleman that I am, thank you.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I don't know, but maybe I'm one of the "weirdoes drift back" people --

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

" definitely not the cat" Oh that is hilarious! "Maybe" for everything *but* the cat. Yes. I have two and know what you're talking about.