Just for a LAUGH, let’s go on a joyful, playful SPREE — a lark, a gambol, a frolic. We’ll have such a time, and to it, we will forever REFER as the time we danced ourselves into a FEVER, like two little sillies who, for just a moment, wanted to forget how sad, angry, and painful the world is sometimes.

Georg’ann

Ready to CLOSE this day,
GREAT efforts expended
cleaning projectile tomato soup
out of grey office carpet.
Hit the walls, chairs, a door,
underside of the table, pictures.
Two rooms sprayed evoking
a gruesome crime scene.
It wasn’t my mess, yet I was called
to aid in making it disappear.
Being the FINER fixer, capable
of steadfast dedication to tasks
without grumble or collapse.
You came in with a low FEVER.
Now my back aches, eyes burn.
We’ll both sleep soundly tonight.

Heather