WHY I CANNOT WRITE TODAY

My cockatiel is eggbound and she can’t be left alone.

My shower caught fire and I had to leave my home.

My Uncle came to town, though he’s been dead for seven years.

My allergies are awful and I just broke down in tears.

I saw a hairy  spider in the back seat of my car.

I have to help to skipper a New York garbage barg.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my first smoked cigarette,

I’m dreaming up a list of other things that I regret.

I know it seems I’m making up some silly alibis,

but I’m not.  I just can’t write today.

I mean, why would I lie?

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41 comments on “WHY I CANNOT WRITE TODAY

  1. This is so cheeky! I love it!

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  2. The Real Cie says:

    Sounds like a normal day for me!
    That was a fun one–I loved it. 🙂

    poetryofthenetherworld dot blogspot dot com

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  3. J Lapis says:

    I’m laughing till I cry–you are a most innovative genius!!!!!

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  4. Very creative.
    Great work.

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  5. This made me chuckle 🙂

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  6. You write very well about not being able to write. I hope the flu is on the way out.

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  7. Bastet says:

    Bravo (clapping wildly)!

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  8. Enjoyed reading! Brilliant excuses 🙂

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  9. Hurray! Every day is a colorful day!Who cares if one is suffering with backache or headache 😀 Loved it Ivy 🙂

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  10. Cressida says:

    methinks you are a fibber
    exaggerating with vigour:)

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  11. Your poem is saturated with frustration! Perfect!

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  12. Nikita Goel says:

    Wondering how much more beautiful would it turn up when You’ll have time to write 🙂

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  13. Cindy says:

    I felt like I was reading a poem from Where the Sidewalk Ends. Love it!!

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  14. Connie says:

    What else can I add to all these comments? What fun.

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  15. Candy says:

    Bingo! Just perfect.😂

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  16. jazzytower says:

    Well, this put a big ole grin on my face:)

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  17. Tamara Woods says:

    This feels like the writer equivalent to “my dog ate my homework.” So funny!

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