Nothing Could Make Me Stay
I can understand why my pal has given
up on this garage sorting. it is only 9:30
and I feel like we've been working on this
for ten hours. I did not even get here until 8.
I am giving up right now.
Nothing could make me stay.
This is a big mess,
and I doubt I am that much help
anyway.
Oh, wait. What? Um, sure. What are you having?
Chocolate chip pancakes with blueberries
and tapioca pudding?
Yes, I guess I could stay and help
Another twenty minutes or so.
Bacon? But you'll have to un-thaw it
first? How long will that take?
Sure. I could stay an hour more maybe.
Pizza for lunch?
Okay. But I have to leave by 2:30 if that's okay.
Oh, the chiefs are playing? And we could watch it while we sort.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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