Blow Trumpet Blow
Managing time quite well,
almost an hour since waking
and not had to wipe my nose once.
There's been a blow though
snow drifts flurry and scurry
chasing slow strutting crows.
Time management - so important
when all your mind wants to do
is curl up on the rug with the sleeping cat.
I ponder a bit,
write a muse about snow and cats,
then my nose recalls it has a cold,
Now here we go, it drips and runs -
you know it's time to blow,
blow trumpet blow.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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