How you taunt me, o brain-sieve,
that I might leave
my Easter sweet potatoes
sitting on the shelf
uncooked, unnoticed, forgotten.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Ode to Forgetfulness
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How you taunt me, o brain-sieve,
that I might leave
my Easter sweet potatoes
sitting on the shelf
uncooked, unnoticed, forgotten.
2 comments:
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've never gone so far to write an ode...
Hahah... I feel like such a dork!
All morning I was telling Mr.W, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." He would just shrug his shoulders in husband-like fashion, and I would do the same, and go on with what I was doing.
Or, NOT doing, as the case may be.
After my guests left, I realized what I'd forgotten!
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