I hope this poem has the same effect on
you as it did for me – then my forwarding
it will be worth the effort. Walk with me
by the water – worth the read…
Shit… I forgot the words.
The above was found in the email inbox.
Another from the email inbox.
Somehow, you just always knew it was there somewhere.
Found in the email inbox.
Don’t you just hate it?…….you get all dressed up; you’re looking hot; smokin’ hot! As you strut your stuff down the street, you can almost feel all the eyes upon you.
Then, you happen to catch a quick glimpse of yourself in a mirror, and you suddenly REALIZE…you forgot the lipstick…the whole look you were after is gone to hell, right then and there!.
Burn your toast, anyone?
You do have options.
Toss it in the trash.
Scrape it, then eat it.
Give it to the birds.
Or save it, and use it in place of sandpaper,
or an emergency coaster for the coffee and/or end table.
Okay, so I’m outside getting some air. It is late, like 11:55 night late. A neighbor of comes out, and says,
Me: “Yes it is, and a delightful one.”
He: “Nice and warm.”
He: “The moon looks nice too.”
Me: “In all its glory.”
He: When he decided to go back inside, he said, “Have a good day.”
Me: Why say that, when the time according to my phone reads 11:59 PM. I mean the day is already shot to hell. In another 60 seconds a new day will start. So why didn’t this moron wish me a good day then, instead of say, 10-11 hours earlier, when the day was still in its earlier stages. It would have picked up my spirits, feel lively, full of piss and vinegar, the cats meow, the bees knees, do an Irish Jig. But no. It never happened. Such is life.
A bit of fictitious humor, observation and/or rant: chuckle, chuckle, ha ha, groan, by A Pondering Mind.