Prune Juice
Regular
The older you get
the more concrete this abstract
concept becomes,
like bird poop on the windshield
it can’t be ignored
My grandkids wonder
why I spend so much time
in the Oval Office
and, like a lazy president,
hardly ever get anything done
All it takes
is one day away from home
or family members come to visit
or a race to fill an unexpected order.
Then it can be awful hard
to brake out of the starting gate.
For such ocassions
the grocery store has an aisle
stacked with miralax,
the miracle elixir
that can blow the floodwall
of Lake Pontchartrain
When you’re young
this is rarely discussed
but for us old-timers
it’s a regular topic
of conversation
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Funny poem; I can relate. At least the conversation is “regular” 😆
Fodder for your quite regular imagination?
Try fruit salad, it works too. When one can write of things not written about and get away with it as cleverly as this, your talent pool is as rich as you need it to be.
What sh– you say!! I dare to say it’s a mystery to me, one day hard another relaxed, then wham, so unexpected a day spent on the run!
Love this poem! Great way to address the final days
of LexPoMo.
LOL
Tell me about it, Jim.
laughed out loud, appreciate the hilarious phlegmatic tone
and the paper-
work!
never seems to
end.
Love it. Jim, have so enjoyed reading your poems.
Lol– so true…try fresh black cherries but go gentle with them!