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
Yet another winner! :-)
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