Frittering and Jittering

Frittering and Jittering

 Tied to a chair with plates to spin –
I think my list may do me in.
My muscles twitch, a-chug-chug-chug,
I need to move, to cut a rug.

The weather’s whirling, wild and weird,
Alas, my gumption’s disappeared.
My best resolve to exercise
Has vanished right before my eyes.

My own inertia bids me stay,
To hum and drum the day away.
Why does a list of chores to check
Stop me to stare, ask “What the heck?”
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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”

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