Buffet DiningA Poem by Ken e Bujold"got my cynics hat on squarely today, beware"
Grilled and garnished, a red-faced villain
caught in the net of miss-calculations meant to be home by 8, (confused the P's and A's) and so begins the pricklish dance Honey, I'm home, Where...you f'n b*****d Sorry, work related Brunette, Blonde, or shaven... had I been sober, I might have reconsidered the levity of a reply, the totality of my transgressions instead of "Well if it matters, my dear, we ordered the buffet." Now I'm sleeping with the old tom out back in the bushes the lucky b*****d should lick my boots he's only out his morning saucer while I'm still searching for my missing balls. Ken e Bujold 2022
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2 Reviews Added on September 21, 2022 Last Updated on September 21, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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