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…
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!