Sunday Afternoon

It's still Thanksgiving break and I'm trying to convince my teenage daughter just because it’s a holiday break doesn't mean she has to vegetate in the bed like a statue or pet rock..... I think I'm losing the battle. It's like 3pm and after breakfast and lunch....She finally decides and is officially is out of bed. Meanwhile like a robot I've done dishes, laundry, ironing, some craftwork and emailed some people written 3 poems....wrote a blog (Maybe it's just me I'm probably hyperactive and just don't know it) SShhhh I'm still in denial.....Or maybe it's all sugar my sweet tooth.......Aahhh I had Sugary cereal, sugary coffee, brownies with powdered sugar and candied pecans,,,, yummy all for breakfast....P.S. I have no taste buds or teeth ......

Cajun Breakfast

More Sleep I'll be needing

just another day I can’t take

Blurry eyed I'm half-awakey

Reluctantly out the Bed I escape

Washing machine still acting crazy

Its constant beeping pound my head

Like a Zombie kitchen walker

Stumbling across this icy floor

See the toaster isn’t toasting

See the fryer refuse to fry

As I look to the Sweet Heavens I ask

God Why me, oh Why?

How’s my Zombie cooking doing?

I burnt the toast on the broiler

I burnt the eggs on frying pan

When she asks why breakfast is black

I answered try it, “its Cajun Man”

As we gnawed darkened artifacts

So she smiles an Oddish grin

Her teeth all blacken from charcoal

I pass the chocolate milk and think

Too bad it was curdled so…

We both spit it in the sink

Ok so breakfasts’ messed up

But we’re such a loyal bunch

When she asks Er… you’re cooking dinner?

I holler it Burger King for lunch

Cause my fast food a real winner!