“The sun, the sand, the water, me.
“Come fly out cross the wide blue sea,
“It’s how the winter’s s’posed to be!”
And so I packed my bags and went,
The first two weeks moved like cement,
With problems, rain, that left us spent
I’m sure that wasn’t what he meant.
Then all at once, repairs were done,
And in the sky, the shining sun,
Soft breezes blew on everyone,
So this is what he meant by ‘fun’!
I’ve thrown out all my sour grapes,
Bikini’d my amorphous shape,
Laid back on my warm, sandy drape,
Ahhh. Now it’s truly an escape!
“Come!” Karen said. “Let’s have a ball!”
The rest of us all heard her call,
And madly scribbled, one and all,
While making sense out of the scrawl.
And we present to you our ‘pomes’,
Where we have bared our hearts, syndromes,
Perhaps betrayed our chromosomes,
Now go! And to the others, roam…
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Can’t Just Go
