Deja vu is what he sees…

Becoming afraid

Of his “aide”,

Her unreliabilities.

He thinks it’s in a safe place,

To find important bills lost in space…

Left alone

He’s lost on his own,

Frustration blasts are out of place!

‘Twas like this  thereby,

Not knowing  what he’d find  awry…

A tubful of towels

Wet and he howls,

Evening by evening he cries.

What’s to be done this time,

When there’s little reason or rhyme…

Have to enforce

Order, of course,

And not blow up at the same time!


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