Oh no, it’s time for the panic rooms. I’m doing poetry. How can I Tweet you this bad.
It’s that time of week for Chelsea Owens mused poetry challenge. This week the challenge is
As I am old fashioned and as it’s a great excuse for hiding my complete lack of poetry talent – I will stick to terrible poetry. See Terrible Poetry still lives….
If I get an anniversary card from my partner these days then it is the stuff of Ghost or the Twilight Zone. And a few years back if I received a 122 word message in my card it would either be a shopping list or divorce papers. Only joking. My partner would always write the sweetest messages. My messages would normally start with either ‘sorry it’s late’ or ‘I thought we had an anniversary last year…’.
So sorry this card is late
So sorry I’m a bit overweight
I thought we had an anniversary last year
Do we really get them every year, my dear
Just 122 words is perfect for a food shopping list
Or divorce papers which I have chosen to miss
I’ve really got no idea why you put up with me
Especially as I’ve just spilled coffee over your settee