FRED

 

It was

one of those afternoons

 

Wake up in the bathtub;

head throbbing

wearing a T-shirt

and only one sock

 

slowly creeping out

of the bathroom—

the missing sock recovered

hanging off the TV

 

your knickers

are on the stove

 

and ironically,

you spy

a bottle of Hair of the Dog Fred

unopened

on the coffee table

 

If ever there was

a sign from God

this is it

 

So what 

are you gonna

do about it?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's been awhile but my past does like to haunt my dreams

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And I Thought

My days were filled with interesting anecdotes :0 slc


 

 

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there are treasures to be

there are treasures to be found among the mundane