Come see my pile o’ books
Sitting in a bag
I want to write about them
But find I only lag.
I blame it on my head
That aches from sunrise on
But truth be told it isn’t
My pain should blame upon.
‘Tis bunch o’ stuff that ails me
Emotional, you know
I have it not within me
To tell you ’bout, and so…
Be patient with me, will you?
And send me loving juju
And I will send back forthwith
A bunch of hugs to you, you.
~ A spur of the moment silly poem with good intentions by Sheryl Nelsen Hutton, bad poet extraordinaire
The Self-Help Whisperer® 