I've had a string of bad luck. Now I am wearing a gorgeous black boot/cast for torn tendons. Long story, but it makes the smallest tasks a real pain!
Potty Dance
When an amazing story is about to unfold
And you just can't miss what will be told
When the stovetop pan needs tended
Or dinner will burn as spouse portended
When the movie's climax has you on edge
The protagonist leaning over the ledge
When traffic has you cranky and spent
From an accident you can't circumvent
When a second cup of your favorite liquid
That by rights freewill should have forbid
When a frigid blast of air, bone chilling, hits
Leaving you wanting more warm outfits
For the following action, children we scold
Adults not immune, potty dance takes hold
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoesíaI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
