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.
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