Meeting’s over.
Shopping’s done.
Home on stool.
Post’s begun.
Cats are sleeping.
Boy on couch.
Girl is typing.
Head feels ‘ouch’.
Three-pill headache.
Off to bed.
Sleep ’til morning
‘less I’m dead.
Wait, too morbid.
Sorry, guys.
Poems shouldn’t
make you cry. s.
Brad says
I hardly ever get headaches.
Deborah says
Me, too.
Gretchen says
Me, three. That is why when I do get one I assume, like Lauren, it is fatal….tumor, stroke, anerysm. Hope a good sleep cures ya, Lauren!
Rachel says
I get plenty. I would be happy to share with all of you. Except, maybe Lauren. She seems to get her own.