two non-poems

Bad water…

By P.S. Gifford

There is surely something wrong with our water supply,
for when I awoke this morning my mouth was so dry.
My head it did ache, and a felt a little sick,
I suspect it was bad water that was the cause of it.

So tonight when I drink my fine scotch and water,
I shall drink my six measures just as I ought to.
No water will be added-not a single drop.
And hopefully these bad mornings -will finally stop…

My predicament.

When I awoke this morning-
I was filled up with despair,
Words usually jig through my mind-
But today they aint there.

Well, I am on my third coffee,
hoping to summon them up,
So wordless and silent-
I sit here as I sup.

My third cup is now empty
and not a word have I heard.
This just isn’t like me-
It is utterly absurd.

So no poem from me today,
I am of now off to shower.
Hopefully I’ll be inspired-
Catch you all in an hour!

PSGifford
psgifford@earthlink.net

www.psgifford.com

P.S. Gifford

P.S. Gifford is a published author specializing in humor-horror stories. He began submitting his work in 2005, and his frequent contributions led to an invitation for a weekly column at TheWeirdcrap.com. This resulted in the creation of the popular "Paperback Writer" column. For more stories, search for "P.S. Gifford" on our search bar or visit the Paperback Writer archive.

https://theweirdcrap.com/lunatics/lunatic-archives/paperback-writer-archive/

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