What’s eating you?
Bats in the belfry, squirrels in the attic,
The car don’t start, it’s broke in automatic,
The eldest had a date, uses mine, it too broke down, she got there late,
Water leaking from the drainage stack, from a hole in the back,
The lights not working now I’m afraid, but don’t like using poison bait,
The wife mad at me for all the trouble, me too I’m seeing double,
And it’s only Tuesday, and they keep on coming without delay,
Mr. Murphy is on a roll, in short, took a whole years toll,
But in the larger picture, there are eruptions in china,
Tampons in Burma, gingivitis in Darfur, and funny money in Zim Zum,
Peace talks in Palestine, and so on, otherwise everything is just fine, I’m surprised I found the time, to sit down and write you a line.
Somehow, I find your wit in this poem, J-H! In overload your troubles seem to be...so just Psssst on 'em :o)
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
I know that guy far too well, and he always seems to be on a roll.
Your poems, my friend, stinks as usual but do you too, I am smelling of roses, so...envy me.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen