Knew had a roll,
Asked about it so I said its somewhere!
Why do people ask so ‘where is it!’
Thought I just aswered that,
I had said truthful with out resignation it was “Somewhere!’
One cupboard after another was opened,
Peeked there to no avail!
That roll was as illusive astheScarlet Piperell!
Till one day!
A while back,
Sherry Greenwolf my wife to be decieded to find a place for the humongous pack of TP that rested for a week aboard the washer.
You do it too!
I just know it along with that sock that must have matted with the missing un action paper towel!
I was reading to share books eith other writers and those seeking pleasure of hearing a old friend read or improving their vocabulary.
Sherry pops the door open,
Babe! I dutifully say ‘What!’
You know that Toiet paper, ‘Yes!’, I say,
Its not its paper towel!
Thats a hoot to me because I didn’t pick it out,
When I moved into my ‘Above the roller rink literary society.” Myadopted sister Pat gave e a huge thing like that.
I think you should always give away what you’d he happy to get back. So I regifted her.
See I don’t use paper towel,
Nor tissue for my nose,
Cloth washes and dries redding its self for aother use. Paper one use trash.
I love renewable energy,
Paper to wipe or blow is not for me,
This morning getting out,
No, seeking Schwan icecream pil to put cat food I found the convention room for paper towels.
So I lugged the heavy ass orange no hade kitty food pail out to huge cat feeded and back in.
Yeah its short weather twenty degrees,
Mr.Black my cats upon my lap,
Under the cat. Is another wolf blaket,
Under it is my breakfast,
Hope all her read come away,
Knowing every thing is significant,
I’m a journal writer
Learing to write fivtion,
I find the truth more poignant and relivent.
But then I woud being a longwinded poet.