I really don’t have time
to begin to write a rhyme
I am feeling very swamped
I wanted to write a prompt
And then it began to get dark
Now this was not a lark
There was a man in front of my window
He was making quite a show
There was scraping noise galore
I was getting more and more
My words fall in a fog
There are shapes outside that clog
They are coming to take me away
for my blogs I have to pay
I think he has a knife
Might want to take a life
But now he had to leave
Oh help I cannot breath
Tomorrow it will be well
If I live the story to tell
The ghosts are very mean
They don’t want me to be seen
Oh this is a stupid verse
And I know it is getting worse
I am worried, they are stealing my air
They really do not care
However I am not yet dead,
But now I must go to bed
Brilliant…. 🙂
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Fantastic rhymes! Any estimates for when you’ll get peace and your privacy back?
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Thanks . Last estimate was October. If this carries on we will be wrapped in a cocoon
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LOL! Wishing you and Mr Swiss all the best!
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The accompanying photos are perfect!
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It was as if it was planned. They began with the plastic when I began to write
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🙂 cool! 🙂
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🙂
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I am so impressed with how you’re weathering all this building work. I’d be insane by now.
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at least life is no longer boring. We have a daily surprise.
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Don’t worry. It’s just the Pulitzer guy getting your house ready for the big event!
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Of course, I didn’t think of that. I might even stand a chance of getting a prize with one of my 800 photos of the building work.
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This is great. I enjoyed it very much.
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