I'm late, I know!
But this is the first chance I've had to use Delores' challenge words from last Wednesday!
The first word was enough to send me into a spin.
Oh, dear . . .
Flight, tropical, balanced,
sunstroke, despair, slime
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| Ready for anything . . . |
My Husby loves to travel,
It’s just the way he is,
North or South; East or West,
The world is truly his.
He loves to take me with him,
(It’s good I love to go)
Foreign or domestic,
Above or Down Below.
But there’s one thing problematic,
One teeny, little blight -
To see most things he wants to see,
We have to take a flight.
To get us two from here to there
We hurtle through the air,
While all around me talk and eat,
I curl up in despair.
He says we’re safe, quotes stats galore,
The balanced
dance of gear.
I see a tube with flimsy wings,
That gives me naught but fear.
Next month, our target’s tropical,
Amenities sublime,
But though my mind’ll be happy there,
In flight, it’s dark like slime.
I love to go to Mexico,
And be sunstroke
aware.
I’ll treasure each small moment,
The pain is getting there!
