July, July, thou'st had the bun.
How could thee be so short?
All the things I should have done
Got filed beneath "abort."
My car yet sits upon the street,
My house is still a mess.
I haven't got to beat the heat
And never made the dress.
I barked my shin one day at work
And fell down on my knee
I sit and blog, and dishes, shirk--
It's lazy, being me.
I sit and blog, and dishes, shirk--
ReplyDeleteIt's lazy, being me.
I’s for one
Am glad for
The dishes that you shirk.
Your blog’s to me
Not lazy
But truly valued work.
Bravo, Mysty! And thanks...
ReplyDeleteFiddle dee de, fiddle de dum
ReplyDeletei sit and blog
feeling so glum.
Fiddle dee de, fiddle de dum
just sittin' reading
chewing on gum.
Fiddle dee de, fiddle de dum
readin' and writin'
and chewing my thumb.
Fiddle dee de, fiddle de dum
who would have thought
it could so hurt my bum!
lol, sorry just had to stick in my two cents!
Fiddle dee de, fiddle de dum
ReplyDeletethank GOD for your blog,
cause for me it brings out the sun!