Wired…
Too wired to sleep,
Too wired to wash my Jeep,
Too wired to even weep,
Though out of me you won’t hear a peep…
Acquired through the mail,
Required is a scale,
Attired in bright white,
Inspired by its use…
So little as to be quite selfish,
Not made from a shellfish,
Surprisingly got my wish,
Best if kept in a Petri dish…
Can’t sleep, not tired,
Back to saying I am thoroughly wired,
Still will get today a great deal done,
Hey its 7am and I can see the first rays of the sun…
© ed ~ 9/5/05
Love Tinka
Ron
Take care,
Sherry
nice poem joisie.
oh, is there really a 7 o'clock in the morning...oh, what's morning like?
TX
Know why you're good? You write from the gut! You rhyme from that dreamer lurking around in you. Wanna argue about that? (grin) katy xox