Sizzling, scorching, sear.
Unaccustomed to the sun
Yes, I fear.
I was not one
To speak in rhyme
At the dropping of a hat
Has affected me
I feel like such a prat.
I really must
Before it is too late.
Oh, damn and blast!
The horse has gone,
I didn’t close the gate
6 thoughts on “After the Horse has Bolted”
I am sooooo enjoying your ramblings! Keep’em coming my friend!
Seriously, I think my brain has been banished with the rain.x
no,no,no! I love your brain like this! It’s insightful and whimisical!
I was charming once. Now I’m whimsical. Is that promotion?x
You are both! “Perfection is static, imperfection is charming. And I’m charming as hell!”
Oh. God, I could charm the birds from the trees then.x
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