My vacuum is broken

I have a hangnail

My postal carrier, Stacey, never brings any good mail

 

My scale, like the vacuum

seems to be broken, too

If that's not the case, I'll commit seppuku

 

 

While white and full of beauty

this dumb winter drones on

someone call me in June

when I can put my shorts on

 

Wait! Back to the scale

shorts aren't such a plan

Maybe a nice muumuu-

 or a dotted caftan?

 

Dang, this old hangnail. I sure need a mani

My feet resemble (my old neighbor) Gary Cooper's

Jeesh! Gross! It's uncanny

 

Dusting, dishes, laundry

SO much to Do

Instead all day I sit here,

talking to YOU

 

This seems over the top,

Even I'll admit that

But, Tigger our pet, is one flatulent cat!

 

 

 And you should just see Maggie and Allie Grace's room!

What a mess. Such a mess. A real tragedy

Someone's GOT to clean it. 

Girl, that someone ain't ME!

 

 

Well, there you go. Hope my sad story didn't make you tear

But no matter how bad my day sounds,

This is the line where I maturely resisted mentioning  beer.

(what? it rhymed!?)

Jill

I'm for Town Council on the platform that we could use a Resident Poet Laureate (ahem! Holla!)  and that we NEED a Starbucks in town.

 

 

 

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