Off for a week to go visit a friend in Washington, D.C. Looking forward to that. Now I’ve just gotta finish packing..thought I’d changed, but I guess the medications took care of that! Drat!
Well.. I’ll keep trying to change for the better. There’s always hope!
I found this poem floating around in the air…what’da think?
Our fingers laced.
In outer space.
Cryptic crosswords were always there and
I had big white underwear.
Now I’ve got plenty of threads to spare.
So tossed out the pantaloons with care.
And traded them in for knickers with flare.
In hope that you might soon be there.
The care that took you by surprise.
That fateful day you saw my eyes.
Just vanished in tears and wails, no lies.
Now little me, not quite small size
Sits and whimpers and pleads with beggings arms
And knows thats not that way to charm.
It’s strength that makes a beauty warm.
And truth that beauty will not harm.
So I show love as best I can
In places where the heart will mend.
And bother not about the trends
Of fashion which designers lend.
The moral of this story lies
In facts told quite behind the sighs
The tail is truly bunnyish in my
(c) A.L. Miller
May 29, 2005