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Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
I once was set late for my job,
Sitting away from the door’s knob.
The door ajar, you see,
I there stated my plea,
“Hon, I’ve got an explosive prob!”
 
But little did I therein know
That my phone’s assistant would glow
And begin to record
An unwholesome accord,
Without a chance to stop the flow.
 
See, I was running late again,
Trying to get to work and then
Do the job—I get paid—
Yet, this porcelain grade
Was my one and only “Amen!”
 
Finally, when I stood up straight,
To flush the refuse to its fate,
I heard that chime of fear.
There, my horror was near—
A colleague texted back, “Gross, mate!”
 
 
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2024 07:44
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 10
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  • orchidee

    Or similarly - someone comes knocking at your front door just as you've got in the bath or shower! lol.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      LOL! Yes, an equally awkward and embarrassing situation! Thanks for reading and commenting! 😎



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