I've been cooped inside for days
And tied to this bumpy old chair
I've been reading for hours it seems
And still I have nothing to share
My kids have given up hope
That their mother they will some day know
And I can't help but wonder myself
Is it my mind or my butt that does grow?
I simply cannot continue
To read all the poems on this site
While others are grand and eloquent
Mine I fear are just shite!
Alas dear friends...I go in search of chores to do...
Hugs from Dee Daffodil (HW) 25 January,2007
No peace for the wicked, eh, Dee? Love, Fran xxx ps liked Danny's comment!
Haha! That's me after finding you've got 15 new poems since that last time I checked, and wanting to read them all. -chuck
Dee, I sort of want to agree with Danny! But, I cannot! - - - It's just wrong - - - Think... 3 !
Yep......dole away Dee and write as yee please............we wana read! ! ! ! ! ! 1
Like Frank says dole out the chores....write, write, write....take the girls out for a bite or a nice bike ride (you know what I mean) then right back here because I so enjoy reading your fabulous writes! ............................Diane
THERE WILL BE NO SWAN SONGS SUNG HERE, MY DEAR...NOW YOU TAKE THOSE WRETCHED CHORES, DOLE THEM OUT TO THE KIDS & HUBBIE THAT HAVEN'T GIVEN YOU THE TIME TO WRITE YOUR AWARD WINNING NOVEL AS YET, & GET BACK ON TO THAT PC....(and read me) AHEM.....AND PRIORITIZE APROPRIATELY, YOUNG LASS....ON-LINE.....NOT CLOTHES -LINE! Good Write FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'What chores? ' he asked. 'A double-Scotch! ' she replied. Danny