The chair complained
about the weight of my lethargy.
I grabbed another handful of M & M’s,
and ignored its squeaky lamentations.
I was trying to write a poem,
and thought it rude to interrupt
with such trivial grievances.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know
the buttons on my shorts
were dangerously close to decapitation;
the elastic in my Fruit Of The Looms
used up all its stretch,
to touch the polar points of my pelvis.
So I sprayed WD-40 on all its joints,
and silenced the critique
of my slovenly, creative ways.
(copyright Pat Paulk 2006)
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I remember this one.:)
"slovenly creative ways" - perfect, simply perfect.
you been peeking in my windows?
you been peeking in my windows?
Thanks everyone. Eric, I wish it was you the chair was talking about. But sadly it's me. Oh, well, time to go to the lake and drink BEER!!!!! It's Friday!!!!
:)
This is hilarious. Your poetry always brings a smile to my face.
pat, you had asked if I would mind if you added me == I had a problem w/ my blog and lost some posts, but if you didn't see it, I would be honored if you did --
Thanks Christine that means alot coming from someone of your immense talent. Thanks Andrew! Got your email, will add it today!
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