Thursday, January 12, 2017

Pumpkin Poem

All was well on the eve
of the full moon.
My gown flowed,
my shoes fit,
the page was fresh--
and the pen was new.

It was a ball!

I danced and danced
to the upbeat sounds,
the music was all around
but I didn't hear the sound--

of the clock as it struck twelve!

In a panic I ran as fast as I could
in those darn high heeled glass shoes.
Down the winding stair case
and out the giant doors--

only to find that 8675-309 was disconnected!

( c ) Deborah A Andreas