Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Poem #18

Grrrrr.  Blah.  Sigh.
I can no longer articulate
I'm just going to sit around
Making random noises
Scaring away passers-by
With my awful visage
And my hands tensed
Until they resemble claws
Really, you shouldn't look
You may just turn to stone

6 comments:

Ananda girl said...

You are my stone soul sister!

Tara said...

I'm scared, but I'm staying put! :)

laura b. said...

Ananda: We may have had similar days :-)

Tara: Aw, thank you! Now that's friendship.

Churlita said...

You've turned into Bill the Cat. I have those days a lot.

secret agent woman said...

Oh, yeah - I have those days, too.

laura b. said...

Churlita: Ha! Yes, that's me :-)

Secret: Oh boy, I was really feeling it.