Okay, this has nothing to do with snuff
He doesn't smoke, and that is enough
He used to smoke, and now he chews
and sometimes it gives me the blues
like the day it dripped on me, ewes!
~
Yesterday I rode my motorcycle to town
by myself, and my children would frown
It was a beautiful day for a ride
Today, the smoke makes me have to hide
my ride, as I am allergic to smoke
and it is coming in heavy, no joke
For many years now, Canadian trees
have been on fire. Hoping for an end, please!
~
Today, I had plans to go to a powwow,
but probably not now due to the smoke. Wow!
Instead, I will do laundry and write
And call a few and laugh with the hubby
I love it when the sun is out and it is light
a long time now. I will be cleaning some grubby
things around the house and decluttering too.
I'm wishing you the best day as I do with my Boo.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Comments (4)
Ewww, it dripped on you hahahahaha. Loved your poem!
What a fun little ditty you have here. Good job.
nice
wow so good amazing