A Day In the Life of Rosie

* For Catie's contest Rosie was relaxing in her kitchen Alone she sat, friends at a convention So lonely, no one to wine and dine At her Hammond estate on Lake Michigan so fine Munching on Tid-Bits that had the taste Well…let’s face it…of nuclear waste Medicine she had taken to ease the pain Of an insomnia-induced migraine Wearing only her husband’s Spandex boxer shorts A knock at the door; “Vacuum salesmen!” her retort Tried to freshen her breath with Listerine soaked tissue But the medication was developing another issue She felt her mind drifting through wormholes of space Not even a UFO had found this place In Dire Straits now, she stared at lunar craters That were filled by eerie invaders She beheld a strange species of alligators “We need a new gig,” said one of predators The reptile approached her hungrily “And you look like a grand prize of culinary” But suddenly she sneezed; it broke the spell And now she was back home in vacuum salesmen hell She awoke in her kitchen and trashed the medication Knowing she sorely needed a lengthy vacation *Dedicated to late Soup member Tom Bell.