Dally
Willy-nilly, dilly dally is right up my alley,
as I face each conflicated overblown day.
My self isolation creating aggravation,
Little obstacles getting in my way.
With messages coming from side to side,
I open my senses ultra-wide,
but every little distraction requires action,
and my schedule for the day starts to slide.
Not to say my work is half-baked,
some of it through the keyhole raked.
Ends up not as beautifully planned,
but more like a pulled tooth still ached.
So, I will leave you with this little ditty,
I know it doesn't look very cute or pretty,
but it's all I could do in the time I had left,
so as not to become puffed up or petty.
Down by the jetty. Well, down already!
The Dilly Dally Dolly Company from Scooby Doo
Courtesy Galveston County Daily News
"My mama said there would be days like this."
But do they have to keep happening all the time?
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3/31/21
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