Long day. Not too bad.
But coworker made me mad.
Parent-teacher conference done.
(Don’t go crazy – had just one.)
Then a meeting with committee.
Report all done, nice and pretty.
Back to kitchen to bake bread.
(It’s for Friday.) Now in bed.
‘Night.
Brad says
Your poem writing is so good.
I don’t bake bread for my food.
Lauren says
Ha! The breads I baked were not mine.
They’re samples for fundraising time.
Ten flaky loaves, filled with stuff,
Sausage & pancakes -- good enough.
Kristi says
You both have skills that make me mad.
I can’t rhyme these words; it’s oh-so sad.
I’ll keep on trying, hard as it be
So don’t make fun of simple me.
Lauren says
Kristi, darling! That was splendid!
I, in fact, might be offended
that you think that you can’t rhyme.
You can poet anytime. 😉