Friday, February 22, 2008

No Rhyme or Reason~ Bon's Poetry Corner

Sometimes we tend to over intellectualize
That thing each morning that makes us rise
My eyes will often begin to flutter
Each day within moments of each other.

In these many years ~I've finally taken stock
It's not biorhythms or some internal clock
The thing that makes me rise and shine
Is not that alarming clock of mine~

At last we can forgo the chatter..
No need to Google on this matter~
It's just this old gal's bursting bladder!

By: BJM 2/22/08


Lanette said...

Yet another talent!!! must keep up the poetry corner.

Bonnie said...

Thanks, Lanette! I'll try!

mandy* said...


Miss Jen said...

Mom- you are hilarious! Keep writing.