Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Cash In My Chips

What is it about Sunday night
    that the universe just can't get right

  Sunday days, often serene
    Monday morns, fueled by caffeine

  But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and placid
    as if all of creation just went flaccid

  I guess I might as well cash in my chips
    and ride out this night's eternal eclipse

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John Lawless November 14, 2022 at 4:15 PM when "creation goes flaccid"....roll over and go to sleep

Anselmo Boles November 14, 2022 at 2:32 PM Hope you get your mojo back in the morning! Good one...ab Gershon Wolf November 14, 2022 at 3:21 PM Mojo? Me? Just hope I can find my Vitamin B-12, D-3, C, Fish Oil, and the Lubricant Oil for my joints. lol Thanks, Anselmo.

Valsa George November 14, 2022 at 2:03 AM Love the rhyming ! Gershon Wolf November 14, 2022 at 3:22 PM Some say it's all about location. I say it's about location, vocation, and revocation. lol. Thanks, Valsa

Kim Rodrigues November 13, 2022 at 7:58 PM Interesting! Gershon Wolf November 14, 2022 at 3:23 PM That's it? Just interesting. Minimum requirement: 'Very' interesting. (This is how I have my 'fun!') ~ Ebenezer G. Screw

Hat Bueckert November 13, 2022 at 7:47 PM I feel this exactly on this Sunday night, perfectly said maybe even in a mind reading sort of way! Gershon Wolf November 14, 2022 at 3:47 PM Well, a new level. Before this, I could only read lips. ~ Moving on up. Thanks, Hat! Gershon Wolf November 14, 2022 at 3:24 PM Well, a new level. Before this, I could only read lips. ~ Moving on up. Thanks, Hat!