washwords

I’m all knotted up
Disastrous case of twine flu
The cure: a good yarn

My pal’s back is hurt
Perhaps she has the spine flu
The cure: lay supine

Niece “bucket” age two
no shocker has caught “mine flu”
other tykes: adieu!

Complainin’ and mopey
I have the whine flu fer shure
Cure? methinks WINE flues!

I could go all day but lemme hear yours! leave a comment below

Debate? No debate?
Candidates love and love not
Lets get it started.

Metro whistlers, SHHHH!
Sometimes I wake up grumpy,
sometimes let him sleep

“solved.” without mccain.
it’s raining in washington
since obama left

snowdrifts of paper
email, voice-mail, lists to do
how to shovel out

and yet, even here,
even now, with so much flux
there is peace. in love.

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