Wild Woman isn't very wild
any more.
She has so little energy.
When she tries to watch a movie
in the afternoon,
she falls asleep, then
wakes up feeling
wakes up feeling
ripped off.
It's the burning question of the Aged:
Prone or Properly Propped Up?
Prettily Prepped or
Just Plain Pooped?
Problematically Pampered or
Perilously Placed?
Peacefully Placid or
Prankishly Perpendicular?
Peacefully Placid or
Prankishly Perpendicular?
The aging parental problem
poses a plethora of
plausible possibilities, and
I think Wild Woman
poses a plethora of
plausible possibilities, and
I think Wild Woman
just ran out of P's.
This is what can happen on Day 26 of Poetry Month. The word Elizabeth gave me was Energy.
You've been writing some good posts this month. I turn on the television and conk out. So I have gotten a bit careful what I tune into.
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Sherry!! You still have that wildness within@
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