This year for Lent
My desert is a kitchen
chair on the porch
and a neighbor
who calls from the curb
like an angel:
Need anything?
Quite sadly, I say, No.
I have everything.
And that is my biggest
problem.
And yet, if you’re going,
toilet paper is always
nice and why not pick me up
some Shiner.
Of course, if you’re getting beer
how about some chips?
And, since you asked,
I’m almost out of bean dip.
This year for Lent
I think I’m just
giving up.
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