“Your late!” she said
As she stood at the dining room door,
Me awash in the sea of Poetry.
This vision of loveliness,
Dressed tightly in her blue, towelling robe,
Hair unkempt and not yet combed,
And downstairs an hour before the norm!!
“What do you mean late?” I enquired,
“Well aren’t you going shopping,
You’re normally gone before this”
“No not today” said I.
“Why not, you always go on Saturday?”
“I know” I said,
“But today is Friday!”
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2022 00:48
- Comment from author about the poem: One from the past.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 34
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Accidental Poet
Comments8
Good write Gold. lol.
Thanks Orchi.
how I cherish the day my eyes found your poetry, Andy
thank you for the chuckle
and this warm poetic smile, I will carry
for most of my day
Most honoured Mek.
If I have made you chuckle that is great, laughter is so important in life.
Andy
Ah!!! You have to be clever when they fire these trick questions at you.
So true d a.
Andy
Everyday is Saturday, except when it's Friday. 👍Awesome song Andy, love it.
True AP when we were at work Friday was POETS Day "Push Off Early Tomorrows Saturday"
Andy
Hope you're not trying to gaslight her. It really was Friday, wasn't it?
It certainly was Friday Bella, looking back from what happened this could be part of the start of my wife's dementia.
Andy
Dear Andy, I should have seen your comment about the poem, then I would have known that it was one from the past and not current. I\'m so sorry for my flippant remark, and your\'re right, it could have been an early warning sign.
No apology needed Bella, all is well.
Andy
Cute as cute can be, sometimes we do lose track of days.. 😲
Thank you Dove. Yes we can lose track of days, it certainly happens to me nowadays.
Andy
Ha ha - - well we can all wake sometimes with the wrong day in mind eh ? - -- thanks for the smile Andy and I love that brilliant line - - --- Me awash in the sea of Poetry.
Thank you Fay, we certainly can.
Andy
Yup, happens to us all.
But, now being retired, every day is Saturday. 😃
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