Been a while since I have done my Monday Morning Haiku…or have written much of anything for that matter. Today’s poetry is inspired, as always, by the trials and tribulations of being me. My hope is that you might find some humor in it.
Spring is Sprung
Spring is sprung, the grass
is green. Not really. It’s all
mud, and I’ve got hives.
Seriously… (not a haiku)
March; “corned beef, cabbage
and tater” time. All the ingredients prepared, and dumped into the pot.
Wait a minute…
There’s no seasoning packet in this package of brisket.
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