Re: August Chats!
posted at 8/22/2009 1:10 PM EDT
"Procrastination" is my name,
Putting things off, is my game -
The clothes sit waiting on the floor
All that's needed, is to open the door
then down the cellar stairs I'll tred
and toss them in - why all the dread?
There is no monster waiting there,
no snakes, no frogs, no mice to 'beware"
But still with eyes averted I walk
right by the basket, and decided to talk
instead on the computer I go -
these clothes need washing, don't you know?
A sleepover is in store tonight,
and fresh, clean clothes are needed, right?
But here I sit, fingers typing away,
just killing time, wiling hours in the day.
Soon it will be 7:00 and my son will appear
and say, "Ma, are you ready? Kids are waiting here -"
And I'll have to confess, "No, not ready yet. No nightgown,
no slippers, no change for tomorrow. I'll just come as I am
more the sorrow."
But I know that's not a good example I'm setting,
so I'll end this rambling and now, I'm betting,
the thunder and lightning we're expecting will start
and I can't run the washer in that, dear heart.
So you see tis not my fault -
all this hemming and hawing,
Fate plays a hand
in this procrastination I'm borrowing.
toytrumpet, August 2009