Poetry Wednesday, in honor of just how gorgeous it is outside. Also - FUDGE!

It’s raining,
It’s pouring
My work is
So boring
I drank a cup
Of coffee up
And now my guts are
Roaring!

It’s raining
It’s pouring
We’re in our cubes
a-choring
we slave all day
to make our pay
our skills we are
a-whoring!

It’s raining
It’s pouring
My hopes aren’t soaring
My butt is numb
These files are dumb
I’d rather be laying
Flooring!

It’s raining.
It’s pouring.
This old girl is
Imploring
Can’t we stay home
And work by phone
And quit the rush-hour
Warring?

It’s raining.
It’s pouring.
The outside world
Needs exploring
But I’m in here
So drab and drear
‘cause I came to work
This morning.

*Sigh*

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Remind me to tell you all about the concert last night. I got all goosebumpy at least a dozen times, in the very best way possible.

Then have a lovely afternoon y’all. I’m off to figure out how to stuff a bloated donkey into an envelope, after which the jackalopes need tending to, and there’s that octopus I need to teach to hum the “tarantela’ while juggling frozen yogurt balls.

Bizzy, bizzy day!