I have to report, because someone will comment about M. getting sick last week and my timing was off, so I’ll explain: this poem was getting warmed like buns in the oven since last week. I generally write them as they occur. Occasionally this is a diary of sort, but this time other things crept in and this piece had to wait.
So the story is that M. had the fever and is now ok. You can bank on it. So now read about it.
way out to lunch
out to good food lunch,
maybe the air was bad, of vegetable we had
a colorful mood bunch,
she liked it, that’s my hunch
though she didn’t say,
just went home then, the bus ride way, easy,
later that evening
she began feeling queasy
when up came a flash fever
she decided to chuck it,
couldn’t just leave her,
so i manned the bucket
Friday, March 05, 2010
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So kind of you to man that bucket!
Thanks for stopping by today. I'm very flattered to see WM on your blogroll. xx
It always pays to keep a chuck it bucket in the home. Good to see that The Man was Johnny on the spot. Good to read that M is fine.
Since we've all had fevers and upchucked, and relied on loved ones to help us, I guess it's okay to laugh with M.'s discomfort, the way you've written this poem! I'm glad she's feeling better, and that you were there to help her!
Yeah like the way this rhymes!!
yeah, chuck it, bucket . . . i couldn't think of anything else, so i said
the hell with it.
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