Characters and situations v e r y loosely based on. . .'cet, 'cet. Ain' got a cat, ain' had a job that paid di--. . .er, much, in a long time. Woulda put in a dog, but couldn't work out the rhyme. Tryin' n o t to do hard labor.
Oh. Charlie horse is real. Right leg is prone. P l e a s e don't tell me what causes 'em. Enjoy! [i hope}
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                          Don’t Ask                             
                                by
                          Avrige Joe

  
Alarm goes off and a charlie horse attacks.
Hobble to the bathroom, and the water’s cold.
“Convenience call” makes me trip over the cat.
Cat scratches me and I stub my sore toe.
 
Forgot to set Mr. Coffee.  No Cheerios on the shelf.
NO more lessons, if you please, I mutter.
Give mine to the ex Alexander Graham Bell.
Only present I’d like is some toast for my butter.
 
I would go back to bed, if I didn’t think
gremlins short-sheeted and sprinkled crumbs.
Note to self:  the whole day is going to stink.
To prove it, my cell phone goes on the bum.
 
At work, I summarize what happened.
“Charlie horse, he-he,” says the office clown.
Come within a hair of dope-slappin ‘im.
Oh, how I’d love to take him down.
 
The rest of my day goes all right,
don’t count Paperpush fires my ass.
Wasn’t so big,  I’d put out ‘er lights.
“Downsize this!” I’d say.  But with class..
 
Stand back if you tell me Life is a School.
That if I think about hooky, I’ll be toast.
Where was it I heard about a ship for fools?
More o'this, be on the horn with Alex’s ghost!.

 

                    (c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2007