What do you call an “incel”-masseuse? A massage-ynist. Cue the tumbleweed.
Just imagine how bad the joke I cut was. 🙂
Long is the amount of time since last we spoke. An unfortunate downside to finally achieving some semblance of physical health is a diminished opportunity to waste your time. Don’t worry, I’m certain to be run down by a wayward rickshaw or suffer some other similar cosmic seeming reversal soon. That’s just my style, baby.
Today’s poem seems fit for a children’s picture book. Perhaps a card of some sort given its extreme brevity. Picture something like two cartoon puppy best friends. Maybe a bumper sticker.
“Is Caring”, November 6, 2018
Alas there weren’t two
But I was not blue
For it meant the chance
To share with you.
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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.
WordPress needs to utilize the “love” emote or let me “like” this more than once! I love your poems, and I love your commentary just as much!
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Thank you so much! You are exceedingly kind:)
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For what it’s worth, I thought this post was Fabulous, and even the corny joke made me smile. 😊
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Thanks so much! Sometimes I do need to hear that:)
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Hello! Love this poem. I don’t know if you do tags on your blog, but I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award if you’re interested in completing it!
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