Day 318 – Sunday, March 26, 2017

Bad Brain

I teetered and tottered about here today,
And thought I’d come up with a rhyme
I even went walking, subliminal talking,
But zero was coming in time

And now here I’m sitting, and thinking of spitting,
With nothing profound I can say
So sorry my friends, that’s how this one ends,
My brain getting in its own way…

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo