March 18:
Cupcakes, soft and sweet,
Icing piled high upon top
I resist, then eat.
Six weeks to teach class
Hard work, late nights, stress galore.
Slowly, it does pass.
My "mole" is not a mole.
My foot is healthy and well,
but for the little hole.
2 comments:
I love your poems! I love your creative posts! I am always uplifted and entertained by your family's adventures!
oh! You are a riot! Love the poetry!
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