I’ll return to active duty before long but for now I want to post a poem that represents about two minutes of labor. At least I scored a November Word of the Month effort.
“Brew-hoo-hoo!” cried the coffee pot.
“Waaaaaaaaaaa!” cried the cup.
“Someone forgot to plug us in.
Someone forgot to get up.
Someone forgot to measure coffee.
Someone forgot to pour the water.
Empty and forlorn on the counter,
Powerless to do what we ought’er.”
Who said that’s silly? I heard that!