quickly, before I run, run, run

another morning
Originally uploaded by mama.milton

Greg was here,
and now he's gone.
He left his wife
to carry on.

With bickering kids,
and laundry too.
No wonder I'm becoming
such a shrew.

So, I'm taking a break,
trying to rhyme,
trying to make better use of my time.

The reason, you ask.
Why torture you so?
Why write bad poetry,
to fill you with woe?

I'm not feeling mean,
Or even depressed.
Just way too busy,
which you probably guessed.

{Come back tomorrow. Please. No lame poetry, pinkie swear.}