SIPPING MY TONIC AND GIN
Maybe too many????
()()()
I saw at my computer, wary to the bone,
Sipping on my tonic while being all alone.
Trying hard to vivify the words that I put down,
Impugn and edit every word as I sit and frown.
Yes, the umbrage and fatigue begin to take their toll
As I am not going to be a wonk and start to lose control.
It seems I need a halcyon before I blow my cool
And become somewhat glacial and look just like a fool.
I’ll fiddle with this gadget for toady I won’t be …
Perhaps if I bunk down for the night, tomorrow’s problem, I might see.
(unless the hangover makes me think
That perhaps I had just too much to drink!)
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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