One day I’ll wake up, stroll over to the kitchen, start the coffee maker, look out at my small patio garden and sigh. I am a very lucky person. I have a nice home, food, water, appliances that provide convenience, a few nice neighbors and live five minutes away from my daughter and family. Who could ask for more? I do complain about Trump🙄 and occasionally my wheelchair, but I’m alive and not kicking-well maybe if I really put effort in it, I could 😳🧐, but then you’d have to come over and pick me up. My arms are pretty strong, possibly I could punch someone, but I doubt the secret service would let me get near you know who😂
There’s no denying he’s belligerent Banking on and using the ignorant People he prefers to sway With his deceiving ways Always vociferous Acts with indifference With women or non wasps, he’s less than illiterate. Supreme Court he duly appointed He must have thought he “anointed” Propped up by their rulings now indurate laws Immunity for his flaws As if tolerance and support never existed This is really twisted!
I’ve come too far to step down now I’ve done everything the rules allow I won’t turn my back or ever bow They’ll look at me and see how My talent is in my fists I’m ready to join the boxing list They finally know I exist I’m letting them know I can do this! I’m in the ring, announcer speaks Excitement is at its peak Audience admires our physiques Managers go over our techniques The first round bell is tweaked.
“Wow, I think you had too much muesli this morning! If you keep wiggling like that, you’re going to get a blister!” The mouse prince sat on the other side of the table, trying to sit still enough to embrace the chess board. The arbiter in charge voiced no complaint.
“Sure looks like there’s been a murder here. Look at this building, it’s old, it’s dark, it’s creepy; there must be a thousand rooms in this place. You can’t tell me that there wasn’t at least one murder in at least one of these hotel rooms.”
“You know what Jack? We were supposed to take this vacation together to tour Europe, see some history, and if this building isn’t history, I don’t what is. And the whole idea that there has been a murder here just makes it all the more intriguing. I’ll bet there was even a room where Edgar Allan Poe sat and wrote one of his horror stories. Wouldn’t you like to see a room like that?”
“Mike, are you kidding me? There’s probably ghosts in these rooms! I don’t think I’d want to see a ghost much less stay in the same room with one overnight! But you’re right, we did want to come and experience historical places, and this certainly looks like one, so I’m game if you’re game. But let’s stop down the street first, get some snacks, maybe some fish and chips they’re famous for. Or we could stop in that pub I saw and have a few beers before we meet the ghosts. What do you think?”
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