I don’t do jabberwok

I don’t do jive

If I don’t do rap

I’m hardly alive.

That tree, it’s me

But no longer thrive(s).

 

Reduced to talking to myself, eh?

What shall I say?

Waving at you from this post,

while putting jam on my toast.

Ouch, a

grouch,

I know.

I JUST GOT A NOTE from my internet provider.  It’s 27 pages long (!!!), about the new “agreement.”

Tempted to quit,

Throwing a fit

No way

Hose!

If I don’t see you agin

Say hi to my friends.

Written in my petticoat

on a slow boat

to the edge of the world,

sail unfurled.

Gotta run

It’s been fun….