J-6 for me, an emotional mix.
Murphy’s flaunting his law, with it’s dirty tricks.
What to do? What is done? And what needs a fix?
Make beds, wash clothes, cook dinner by six.
Muscle up for the fight, when life throws it’s licks.
I’m drowsy as heck, and my work isn’t done.
Is it the allergy pill? Shucks I only took one!
My minds in a fog. What a terrible fix.
Ah these are the woes for me on J-6
Yet I’m thanking You Lord, for these so LITE afflictions
As I’m pressing on, with determined conviction
And I’m praising You Lord with a shout and a clap
But I’ll finish my chores, after I take a nap!!! ;-0
by Robminx © 2010 All rights reserved. Poem-a-Day Series by Robminx