Oh, What the Hell

by on December 3, 2017 :: 1 comment

Gracefully inept at life’s perfection
gleefully disorganized and simple
who put the milk in the top freezer?
at times I think Leprechauns reside here
hiding things and stealing my coins in a
glowing and rising of the autumn sun.
I think I forgot to buy the sweet cream
good thing my favorite color is black,
since the toaster forgot to pop again
burnt toast and tepid black tea today
ribbon-like clouds drift off to the east.
chickadees return to the empty feeder
rain arrives, my umbrella misplaced.
I have five, but can’t find even one.
adapt to life with it’s imperfections,
oh, what the hell, might as well smile.

editors note: Hell, yes; might as well... - mh clay

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