I Must Have Had a Wild Time Last Night

I must have had a wild time last night.
I don't remember it all, or any of it actually.
But there are cookies in my right-hand over
the shoulder bolder holder container.
Chocolate chip. 
Quite tasty, too.
Homemade.
And my shoes are on the roof again.
Okay, one shoe, one boot. I'm assuming
their matches have slid down onto the other side.
Which means  off the roof, and they have landed in the koi pond again.
The dog is asleep on her back with her tongue hanging out.
The cat is furious, because it's eleven seconds past her
"Better-give-me-my-food this minute time.
The milk is in the oven, and there are wet
clothes slung on every couch and chair
in the house, and we've got 5 couches
and 19 chairs, there being two of us
living here and all.
Yes, I must have had a wild time last night.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Michael Avatar
April 25, 2018 at 7:37 PM
A good time...but Mr.Wiskers is a little bit grumpy...
Cooper Avatar
May 7, 2018 at 10:59 AM
I think we can all account for a night like that again you have a great ability to bring the reader up close and make them part of your story. I really enjoyed the personal humor you shared on such a night. Take care Caren
Krutsinger Avatar
April 26, 2018 at 5:13 PM
Our cat is actually named SHARK and SHARK has his own kill room. Do not come over before you call.
Wood Avatar
April 25, 2018 at 4:45 PM
You found cookies in your . . . what? Oh well, whatever it takes. Sounds like a wild time. Fun write!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 25, 2018 at 4:46 PM
Thanks Dean. That's what Elly May Clampett called them.
Rose  Avatar
April 25, 2018 at 1:01 PM
lol, how come I wasn't invited ? I like cookies ?
Krutsinger Avatar
April 25, 2018 at 2:28 PM
You are so invited, Pixie Dust, I am so glad that you are not particular where those cookies have been. Bravo I say!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace