Not Every Day Is Perfect

Not Every Day is Perfect

I took my pad to the park today. 
I wanted to find an idea for a book. 
I was blocked…you know… stuck. 

I walked outside, and looked up into the sky. 
The clouds threatened rain. 
I had no umbrella, but a man in a clown suit presented me one…
immediately. 
I took it, and walked on. 

Down the brick paved golden street,
and turned just to the right, the bus stop on ahead. 
The shuttle to Mars left five minute ago, so I hopped the train to Texas. 
We arrived early for lunch with the king. 
As I sat with his highness, I whipped out my pad intently... 
No!
Still no ideas. 

I left from there as the flamingoes were dancing and getting out of hand. 
I decided to take a stagecoach to the florist shop as it would help my mood. 
The soup was chicken, with small white rice, shapes of animals and crackers.
Still nothing to write about. 

The day was getting late. I had to go back home. 
A roller skate, a rickshaw and two hot air balloons…
The darkness came early, on my sunshine day, 
But I am very happy, as my package arrived. 
I have new pencils, from far away.
I will take them for a walk, instead of my pen.

Tomorrow I will try again.

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Regina Mcintosh

October 18, 2019 at 7:58 PM

This is a inspiration for sure. God bless you always, Ann. With love and prayers, Gina

Ann Foster

October 18, 2019 at 9:59 PM

Hello my dear friend. So nice you came by. A cup of tea, sugar and honey, little cakes with tiny flowers on top... lace napkins... hugs... prayers, friends... and God... a wonderful day to you. Ann

Sara Kendrick

October 18, 2019 at 9:48 AM

Maybe the pencils will create some new ideas which over time will get smudged from rubbing against the pages of your notebook and future generations will wonder what was she writing about in this notebook with her pencils well sharpened? Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara

Ann Foster

October 18, 2019 at 3:02 PM

Hugs. You are so sweet. Thank you for the story as well... what fun... Lot of flowers showered on your from ... well... surprises... and life at its best... Ann

Chris Green

October 18, 2019 at 8:01 AM

This was really fun to read. Very creative and whimsical. Here's hoping those new pencils do the trick. : )

Ann Foster

October 18, 2019 at 9:15 AM

LOL... I actually have trouble with the pad. I try to choose a cool picture, then become afraid to write in the book, as I have spent too much or it is too pretty. A lovely day to yo and yours. Ann