I started out with the please please whine of it’s TIME as in let the pooch out. I walked down the hall to the stain it’s too late so I could only pout. I fired up the coffee and read with joy – so much I had to respond… too bad my coffee ran out and this one snarky and or despondant. For Days that run downhill….responses that at first chirpy end with a flourish of a poisoned quill.. I can be naughty on my own time and in my space. maybe okay, a lil privacy is….a beautiful place (aka time to spin purple bamboo again where’s that Nirvana????) Anyways….
to the tune of Amy Grant’s “Baby, Baby”
from a kindly response to “Dopelife’s” Passion article available here
I’m searching for a passion
What am I – Oh Please! – nothing modern Fashion!
I’ve some talent I can grow some
‘ply all my life perhaps be remembered from
Now for an Omelet
Maybe Romano ‘Shroomed. Divine, no?
religion awaits with its truth
and so empowered, I might just flower serving you
I’ll suffer boredom, that crime!
But such are moments that pass with time
Now’s for discovery
Maybe toil and drudgeries, oh no!
NO! because bread on my table leaves me just no time
maybe I’ll cherish it, those moments stolen from my dues
I’ll pursue our “together” –
seren-ading us with “always and forev-er”
it’s English arts ala sewer
Chirpy couplets stained blue my whimsy doth render
Now for my patience
Maybe I’ll breath and’ll be fine
YES! because , OO! oh my, I found myself some lotion
Maybe after “me time” T.M.I.! Clam it! before they spew!
Yes, passion might be blue -yes, it could involve some lotion
maybe you’ll cringe this response spins round’n’round toilet bowl motions
I’m a mad hatter
Maybe- “NURSE. LOTION! STAT!”
Maybe more coffee could
help me not invent such rude rude piles
Maybe, maybe – a lil less CHARM
maybe I might complain
cuss my lot – oh lord above!
Cuss my lot, nah
Maybe I’m just bad – less than divine
maybe you’ve just been had
maybe my passions are WHACK!
Or I’m a criminal in jail with my file.