 some greenery for a wet yuck day I’m cheating today. I’ve been bored by my own blog; must be worse for you guys. Here’s some light verse I wrote a few years ago, just to mix things up. I know that I really should get something done, Accomplish those tasks that I haven’t begun, But none of them strike me as anything fun. I guess I’ll just doodle some poems: here’s one! Two, four, six, eight How do we procrastinate? Set a deadline, mark the date. Make a list then wash a plate. Walk your big black dog named Kate. Check your email, text your mate. Watch the coffee percolate. Quit some thing then reinstate. Bake some brownies; check your weight; Get depressed; self-flagellate. Help your ego re-inflate. Write a poem, innovate! Two, four, six, eight, How do we procrastinate? My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 168: 133 words, TOTAL = 27,503; 32,497 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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