Her irritability
Is noteworthy
We just have to figure
What pulled the trigger
Lack of sleep
Dating a creep
Dead end job
Married a slob
Lost a bet
Ran over pet
Swallowed a pit
Pants won't fit
Oh! I know . . .
I saw her go
Drug store run
It's begun
Midol in the bag
She's on the rag!
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
