I'm departing from the prompt, not that I don't like it but it involves looking into a junk drawer (like I have only one!) and I know what that could lead to so I penned this whilst cleaning out my inbox and decided it can be today's offering.
And here is a picture of what it was doing in these parts this morning. Now it's sunny and bright, but cold. However, the forecast for next week looks very hopeful! I'm seeing a couple of 21sC later in the week (that's nearly 70F for my American friends).
Spam Love And Such
this is the third time I've written to you
says the woman in my inbox
who's looking for love or something
sorry hun but first I'm not and
second I'm not a simple guy and
third I can't read Russian and
fourth I don't want to meet you and
fifth even though you're very pretty and
sixth just no honey just no and
somebody posted a picture
of what Jesus really would have looked like and
I'd have done him and
somewhere in a hospital ICU someone who's dying
gets a water-filled rubber glove to clasp their hand
instead of the real thing
at least it's warm water
although who knows how long it'll stay that way and
don't you just want to smack it
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3 comments:
I don't feel like I have a poem in me tonight.
But I must.
Oh, so sad... at least two of your spam mails were...the other at least gave you a straight line (er picture) for your quip. Waiting for today's... bet it is in you dying to get out.
Kristin, I have so many days like that. Sometimes I just resort to writing short.
Judy, when I read your comment I thought oh no, it's not, but then I opened up my blog to set it up for today's post and out spilled a poem! So you were right!
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