Yes, Summers’ my therapist, nurse and and part-time lover.
Hangover, loaver? Or hanguver, lover?
Anyway, back in play.
Winter is a frigid bitch, innit?
Heh, a loaver=bread maker:)
I will get back to you in a minute.
It’s been more than a minute, Beck, where’s your line?
“Back in a minute” was her line and it is just fine.
The fall I took made me late.
Such is the clutz’s fate.
Beck’s not a klutz, as far as I know.
Although you’ve snorted tons of blow.
We will see how klutz-y I really am when I drag my butt upstairs to bed, sometime before daybreak.
Hope you’re not in pain, that you can sleep and not lay awake.
All’s well. No fractures apparent.
I’ve been away for awhile. Have you all been transparent?
Clearly, we are as opaque as ever.
And when will this thread end? Never!
Four pages is not a bad start.
As long as rhymers do their part.
I am willing to pen some verse.
And watch it go from bad to worse!
I must remember to mind the meter