My Quadriplegic Bosom Pal
Azure skies are today
blue and I’m in need of old
cabaret because I’m
depressed and melancholic I’m afraid
especially now that I’ve discovered I tend to
fidget a lot; I’ll probably
grab a drink or two and thereafter
hibernate till I recover my strength; I’ll probably make an
item for my day’s agenda
just maybe after sorting these items out, I would be
kicking and ready to go.
Lest I forget, I’ll also visit the
motherless babies’ home and
nurse me a kid or several
of course this is my primary obligation as a motherless myself, we will
play and have so much fun. After that I’ll visit a friend who is
quadriplegic. I will
remind her of the good old days. Yes! It’s a
sure thing that I’ll make her feel happy and
then she would laugh and cajole me after I reading her my irritating poems
ugh! I’ve really missed us taking walks and torturing poor Mrs.
Von de Trap with our silly games of mischief
We had always wanted to be rich; I wanted to be an Artist and she a
xylophonist;
Yeah I guess she would never be able to do that again; life’s truly a
zag!
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