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A TO IT
by Charles E MinshallThe house needs paint
Both in and out.
The roof needs fixing
To keep the rain drops out.
The weeds in back
Are like miniature trees.
The front grass is high,
As high as my knees.
I'll just lay here
And think a bit.
It will all be around
'till I get to it. 02/14/2006 Author's Note: Y-a-a-w-n wake me about seven....Charlie
Posted on 02/15/2006
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/15/06 at 06:09 AM Yep...I used to have a round toit, now I have nuthin' toit. Great fun Charlie! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/19/06 at 01:56 AM Surely the lazy man's( or old man's) motto! LOL! Humorous take on the cliche' "It will still be there tomorrow." |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/20/06 at 05:02 AM I'm with you, kid. Thank God for winter and dormancy. Your poem expresses the subtle and humorous ecology of human rest and the growth and decline of the physical world. There's never enough time for the pauses. |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 02/20/06 at 05:41 AM LOL Charlie, fun poem. Guess that's why guys like me always have work huh. (haha) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/30/06 at 03:33 AM Charlie, I loved this and the way it made me laugh thinking about all the things I need to do around here, but just can't get my rear in gear to do them.
~Chelle~ |
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