I did not write the other day
perhaps there was not much to say
then yesterday just left me mute
my mind had nothing left to loot,
but come today
perhaps I may
find something worthy here to say
but perhaps not
maybe a little or not a lot.
Why is it then I think of tea
brown tepid water with not much to see
with fragrant scent aroma fills
to take away the winter chills
but don’t you see the sun shining on me
there is no snow so I’m filled with glee
but a cake with nuts I’d give my lot
this diet sucks so it matters not
for there will be no cake for me
just tepid water disguised as tea
no sugar, milk or cookie to grace
I know you can picture my saddest face
but a few pounds down and moving to do
so this poem here I give to you
when nothings stirring in the pot
the stomach growls, I kid you not
I think I’m dead,
when the mood gets bleak
and geez, it’s only been a week.
Just a little fun humor to jump-start your weekend. Sorry for my absence the last two days, been being killed slowly and readily by my fitbit Beulah….but in her defense, I’m down 4 pounds since the first of the year, to celebrate, perhaps a beer….but no I won’t just red wine please, with ice and water and a splash of burgundy so I can pretend if nothing else….oh God, stop me now with this incessant rhyming…I’m not much for timing but gotta run, out in the sun, perhaps after a nap yet another lap. Ha, happy Friday folks. I will resume my regularly scheduled lunacy tomorrow perhaps. Steak for dinner tonight, with salad and baked plain old ugly potato, perhaps I can dress it up a bit, have fun, a top hat perhaps?