The bird flew over it and what did he see
But craziness below of a torn up Christmas tree
The lights and ornaments were slung everywhere
While the flu engulfed me and I rested in a chair
He circled the room getting caught in the drapes
Then he raced up the flue in hopes to escape.
The silliness of quick poetry on a tired Friday night. Thanks to Linda G Hill and M for the fun challenge of “flew/flu/flue.” Come join us for Just Jot January, see the zaniness that we can come up with and say Hi.
We are all birds of one kind of feather or another but we all want love and kindness, so remember to always be kind. And if you live in the midwest like me…its coming y’all…