Daily Archives: November 17, 2022

Poem for a pet rock!

I found you once under my door

I turned my ankle a bit

I looked at you and thought to myself

You little…

You were kicked aside a week or so

I didn’t appreciate you then

But I got bored one winter’s night

And that is when…

I took you in and washed you down

I painted you up real nice

And gave you googly eyes

And sent you to a shelf paradise

Rocco you are my rock

My pillar and my friend

I can’t believe I kicked you once

I sound round the bend…

But never mind what people think

You and I are good

I take care of you anyway I can

Like anyone could

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Forgotten things & hungry house

I have the memory of a sieve.

Do you know how many things I am supposed to be updating here on this blog that I have forgotten about?

Even regular things, like “who am I today” posts and diet/weight loss updates weekly and word counts and all sorts of stuff!

I am sorry about that, I do actually have a to do list that used to sit on my desk, but sometimes a wind blows it away into the mess of the house and I lose it.

I make other ones, but it seems to happen quite a lot here.

I did try to pin it on the wall but it fell off and the back of the desk ate it!

This house is prone to losing things, eating things… it’s like the house is alive or something and ravenously hungry!

I sometimes wonder if I sat in a place long enough the house would eventually eat me?

I have been known to sit for three hours or more writing at the desk without moving even for a toilet break and I have had spiders that had the audacity to attach webbing to my shoulder because they think I am part of the furniture because I haven’t moved so long… the blooming liberty!

So this is my apology to you all for all those broken promises!

Thanks for reading!

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I talk and they bite

I talk and they bark

I touch and they bite

Nothing I can say or do ever seem right

I am lost and I am confused

By all the things they say and do

Why is the world a hostile place?

I feel so displaced

I am terrified to speak

I am anxious to touch

Why does the world hate me so much?

I am lonely and I am afraid

From my true world I have strayed

But people say you’ve lost your mind

There is no other world to find

So get along with what you’ve got

Stop crying about what you’re not

Get away and be quiet now

You are making the air stale

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