Today I want a purple apple
With blued and golden leaves
No green or red or yellowed brown
Those lot are my pet peeves!
Want it washed in river water
Want it cubed and not diced
Kept undisturbed, and not plucked
Neither skinned nor sliced
Hanging from a freight air liner
Delivered by stork
Male or female doesn’t matter
With its special spork.
So that apple will be dinner
For which my heart will sing
Otherwise, I’ll have to stew
Pink cabbages and kings!
An odd but fitting poem for what is quickly shaping into an odd day. If I’m to believe Due Date, things can only go uphill, but erm, I’m a little sceptical..
Got up early ish with a smile on my face and a short lived spring in my steps. Step. Singular. The first bouncy step off the pillows landed me feet first into the kids’ bowls of milk and cat food, suspiciously, booby trappishly, next to the bed.
Mopped up the crazy spill, took three wiping sessions to clear it up. Was getting up when I hit my back nice and hard on the corner of my study table. Yep. Ouch. Very.
Proceeded to do the Kangaroo Dance of Agony into the living room, simultaneously screaming in pain and laughing at the absurdity of it all. The cats watched half detached, half bemused, and the new addition to the house, Le Pigeon, started hopping around in alarm as well.
Sympathy? Nah. Le sister found it appropriate to remark that I wasn’t going to get married any time soon. Clearly I’ve yet to make it to my teens.
Ah well. There’s still morning coffee and muffins to look forward to. 😦
Cheers to you all!