Cinquain Again 7

M. T. is a grand name for a cute young lady but it will be a shock to all us men. Trust me There are few things In this world more fearful Than to run smooth out of toilet Paper. Too long I have set here screaming for a little help, just anyone to hand me a wipe! Wonder I do about the flat white rock I found. How long did it have to lie there -- resting. Breakfast? Who is cooking? Can I get some eggs –please! Over easy, a piece of toast: Some grits? Old’s fine are it’s alright, as long as you don’t get too old to retire, or too poor to eat. At risk is the sunshine from a storm that builds and grows with the rain of discontent anger. Weather Is sunshine and Rain. Regardless Tristan I did not mean to step on your Cinquain! Poets wild folks is not what we need --a traffic cop for this poetic jam; or stop lights! Mirror? Do not have one. They do not work for me, it seems that I bring out the lies in them. Hydro! I had a dog named Hydro. He had a short leg that he lifted every ten steps. Their backs against a wall they stare at the wet paint and wonder how long before it will dry. Fair game even if they are unarmed, stupid, crippled and smell really, really awful? Fair game? Stretch marks, I have them too! I have them on my butt! My father gave them to me; long ago. Goodwill with your bikini? I would give my swim-suite but it has a hole in the knee-- left leg.