No, not now. I have buzzards to feed. I have a car to wash. I’m not sure where I left my wallet. Where did you go? Where am I? I like lasagna. Meatloaf is tasty. Won’t you stay a while? Let’s keep it together. Ripe. Loud sounds in my ears. Teeth swinging on the porch. I have ten thousand ears of corn to plant.
Day: November 27, 2020
Wrinkle
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Christmas Mess
Christmas comes but once a year.
Once a year is more than enough.
Couldn’t we change it to every other year?
That would be more practical, I think.
It would fit my budget and my
Planning calendar better that way.
Couldn’t we carol every six years,
And maybe give gifts every ten?
Traveling, and standing in line,
Making a turkey, a ham, or both;
Oh, what stress I’m in just
Thinking about all the fun.
Holidays are never as
Wonderful as they are
Hyped up to be.
Christmas is a religious holiday,
At its heart. But it’s gotten
So commercial, or it’s a time
For family to gather,
Which means asking off of work.
Can my schedule fit
The schedule of everyone else?
Oh, what a mess!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 