I went mad.
My fingers would
click on PoetrySoup
whenever I went online,
yet I'd be led to a blank page.
With no challenges, my muse was lost,
and I ached from missing all my good friends.
On the brighter side, dishes piling up
in my sink is a thing of the past.
Hubbie enjoys me cleaning more;
I finally caught up with
my shows recorded on
DVR, and I’ve
now started that
(fictional account of a future possibility!!)
For David Williams'
Life without soup Poetry Contest