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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock, oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed; I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle, so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is); and like a flash I am out of bed! Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity, I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish; for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles, I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth; I look in the mirror, holy macaroni! I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't, oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star; then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots, oh yes under the bed where I flung them; what a stupid kerfuffle! Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush, darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then; a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke, I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled, cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great! I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle, and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted; I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self, but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor; dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)! You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat, a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down; but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done, finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion, like a child in rags, I feel like weeping! And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy, like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling; oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle, stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam; and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies! _________________________ January 26, 2017 Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017 Sponsor, Laura Loo First Place
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