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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!
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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 

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