Tomorrow Is a New Day

Tomorrow is Wednesday; I shall leap from my bed. I will dash over the dog, and eat marmalade on bread. I will call up my great aunt and put her on speaker. She will hear me playing with dog, and her duck squeaker. We will laugh at memories of my mother, her and I. We will snort and smile and hop and I will eat cherry pie. If you think I have a sweet tooth, then stay around friend. I will do a couple of jumping jacks and a back bend. Thoroughly limbered up, I will bake up a brand new pie. I will slap on some ice cream, and eat as I sigh. The dog will beg me for a bite, and I’ll get her some steak. Then I’ll put on my pajamas and dance ‘til I break. My husband will come out to see what I am doing. I will throw him some kisses, and make up some blue-ing. I will wash up some clothes, and throw them in the dryer. If I don’t do all of this, I guess I’ll be a liar. So I am making a list right now, on Tuesday. Right here. I am putting it on the frig where it will be abundantly clear. I may add some other stuff as I do and I go. But the main thing I’ll do is stay out of the snow.