Let's All Call In Sick
Possible seventy-nine-degree high today
A day to twirl, and dance and play.
I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home.
Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem.
My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming.
I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming
We have had a rough winter. We are slap-happy now.
We love this weather, the sun-kind that you plow.
It will be eighty-four tomorrow someone else chimes in.
I have an idea; it makes my silly mouth grin.
Let’s all call in sick, I wisely suggest, and very smartly say.
I turn and see my boss’s shocked face, the end of this fun and lively play.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019