Friday

Frittering and Jittering




Frittering and Jittering

Tied to a chair with plates to spin –

He thinks his list may do him in.

His muscles twitch, a-chug-chug-chug.

He needs to move, to cut a rug.

 

The weather’s whirling, wild and weird.

Alas, his gumption’s disappeared.

His best resolve to exercise

Has vanished right before his eyes.

 

His own inertia bids him stay,

To hum and drum the day away.

Why does a list of chores to c heck

Stop him to stare, ask “What the heck?”

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson



Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.


This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “cut a rug”
Simply Snickers: “weather,” “whirling,” and “weird”
#atozchallenge
#napowrimo


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