Today I’m feeling smitten
To write something never written.
I’m wearing my thinking mitten
And cozy in my writing shack
Away from the house out back.
Although outside it’s very cold,
I decided I would be bold,
Made a roaring fire to warm me
That does help to a degree.
In a drawer is my best rum
Beside a packet of old gum
That really should be thrown away
Since it’s seen a better day.
Jake is content and sound asleep
After being restless, counting sheep.
I brought along the coffee pot
But already drank the lot
So I will slip back to the house
I must be careful not to rouse
The drummer who lives right next door
Whose drumming makes such a roar.
I’m glad I wore my Christmas socks
That came with others in a box.
Otherwise my poor feet would freeze
And I would not feel at ease,
Could not keep my resolution
And there would be no solution.
I’m determined this poem to post,
Don’t want to leave it for my ghost.
Is that my husband that I hear?
Somebody is calling out, “Dear.”
I knew something would interfere.
I was feeling so cozy,
The day was simply too rosy.
