Just a chore today but also two poems
“Garlic Powder” by yours truly
Put garlic powder
On the cooked pizza
Then you can meet her.
Don’t have dinner with her tonight,
But she could have appetite for…
Just a date movie.
Dress well and don’t be late, you,
Or she may berate you, even hate you.
Take her out her, lost without her.
Maybe after, some drinks, methinks.
“Low Clouds” by yours truly
Low white clouds over foothills.
Air warming but still some wind chills
And snow seen from window sills.
(No more pills).
And the sunshine is almost blinding
From behind at this time of day.
Sunsets
And no regrets.