I have a dilemma today, because company’s on the way and I really have to admit that I have nothing much to say. My daughter warned me days ago. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, with babysitting, writing, and working in the yard.” My sister said “Hey, Vonnie, this posting every day, you know you shouldn’t stress yourself if things get in the way.” And then I said “I do it ’cause it’s something I enjoy, and even if it stresses me, this writing brings me joy.” Then this morning I got a phone call from my dear adoring mother who said “You know that post you did about your baby brother? Well, that was your other brother who was in the sewer hole.” I thought “Ye Gads! this blogging is starting to take its toll!” At the end of the conversation she said “You know, I might be wrong. Can you write one for the other one, just so they’ll get along?” I’m going to shut my lap top now; my company’s at the door; if I just sit here and type all night, they’ll think that I’m a bore. But don’t despair I’m coming back as soon as they go home, and maybe then I’ll treat you to an edifying poem.
Some time later:
I realize that I’ve promised you that I’d write something uplifting, but somehow tonight the poetry muse is not in the mood for gifting. I hear that she and the tooth fairy have been really on the outs. And of “bouts” and “doubts” and “louts” and such, I’m somehow stuck on “snouts” And what can I say about snouts you ask, that anyone would read?. Not much, unless the snout’s attached to the finest of his breed.
Announcing (with fanfare):
Siegfried had a pig he’d had
Since both were in their youth.
The story that he told me—
He swore it was the truth!
When Siegfried had his pig freed
From its cosy barnyard pen,
The pig went running down the road
And then came back again.
Said Siegfried to the portly pig
“Just why did you come back?”
The pig said “Sig, you know it’s true,
Wise judgement I may lack,
But when I saw the butcher shop
Where yonder road does fork
I knew you’d save my bacon
For you said you loved your pork!
You’ve always been so kind to me—
A friend so tried and true;
If I were man and you were pig
I’d try to be like you!”
Said Siegfried to his pal the pig
“You really are in luck!
How would like to take a ride
In my brand new pick-up truck?”