To you I do a question pose,
Scuse’ me while I do blow my nose,
That taken care of let me of myself re-compose,
What was my point, will never know I do suppose…
Seeing less of me,
You are lucky its free,
So much we may disagree,
I am here to entertain but only to an intolerable degree…
Still I do not recall my point,
The question I wanted to pose,
Lost to the usage of the joint,
My brain a vast wasteland of unrelated thoughts,
So many spaces therein and a few unending black holes…
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Woof Rufuz, stay safe;-)
Eileen