LONG SWEET HAUL
The coffee pot looks dead,
“I drank all the coffee,” he said…
Wrote poems a lot
Right on the spot,
Tonight I’ll sleep like the dead!
Just now a fine-figured red,
Named Karen came for a short stead…
Picking up a flash drive
Then back to the hive,
I wish she liked poetry read!
Been working on a large bacon pizza
Since noon to constantly eat some…
My fluid supply to tweak some.
Writing and blogging all day,
Lots of time here for play…
Keeps mind in gear
But fingers I fear
May need a rest Sunday!
Stevie says that by eight-thirty
He’ll relieve me from my hurting…
Meanwhile I’ll strive
To be alert and alive,
Until to my rescue he’s hurtling.