Eating jambalaya with a fork,
nobody fed the dog.
I wished it were already Friday,
my shoes feel a bit tight.
You’d think I would’ve learned something in school.
How about a back rub?
Somewhere out there a guy has a flat
tired of being used as a guinea pig,
the clock ticks away,
but ours is a sizable some!
In winter the snow reaches up to my
assumption that the grass is always greener.
Can I offer you a drink?
Pass the crushed pepper flakes.
© Walter J. Wojtanik