Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
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!”
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Or similarly - someone comes knocking at your front door just as you've got in the bath or shower! lol.
LOL! Yes, an equally awkward and embarrassing situation! Thanks for reading and commenting! 😎
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