And it started to melt today. Next week is incredibly busy. I need to write something. I keep getting ideas to start a poem but nothing develops from it. So here is an old one I wrote one day. It tells its own story.
Wake Up Call
I stubbed my toe last night
while shuffling off to bed
The pain shot from my toe
right to the top of my head.
I yelled, and screamed - jumped up and down..
I massaged my toe~ -- rubbed them all around.
They felt much better so I resumed my treck.
On down the hallway --my foot, a wreck!
Next I encountered the dog's old bone,
Which he planned on chewing when all alone.
It was hard and unpleasant, soggy and wet.
One of those chew things you get from the vet.
Once again I was doing my dance
As all around the house I did prance.
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The next items my poor feet did encounter
My shoes Iying beside the kitchen counter.
Then the dog dish and the cat's water
I did spill My little toesies have had their fill.
I'm wide awake now -- there'll be no sleep tonight.
And next time -- I'll turn on the light!
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