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


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.