HONEY

“HONEY!” 12/07/2017 (THURSDAY)

HONEY!

Be safe! Be seck-yeure!

Oh! MY GOD! A Bee! And-put-down-that beer!

‘Cause beer’s got ADDITIVES! Brimming over the top!

Kill-ya-in-a-minute!

And the gluten won’t stop!

And

This

And

That

And

Hypo(or er) thermia!

Don’t-get-too-cold – Oh, NO!

Cousin Germ-amia!

Quick! Now!

The Bed!-Under!-Quick!

I-wrapped-myself-with-bubble-wrap – clear wrap was our “pick!”

I crawled under there! and

“Here! Take this tube!

It-extends-into-the-back-yard, so-air-can-flow-to-you!”

“Stay there-For God’s sake! Don’t breathe! -or-I mean- DO!!!!!

BUT-only-through-this-tube –

I got it!

NEW!”

{Take a breath! BUT … only through the tube, OK? Thanks!}

Now, Jesus Christ was in the room! Looking on – on “the sly!”

And, as I “hunkered” under there, I started for to cry!

Honey Jesus, peeked-beneath-the-sheet and smiled a “bloody” smile,

“Why don’t cha come outta there, and we’ll chat here for a while!?”

So, I unwrapped and poked my head, and told Him that I wasn’t dead,

But wanted myself just to preserve,

‘Cause things-re-dangerous, crazy-in-a-curve!

And Jesus told me to HATE MY LIFE! {What?} Which, I think, is in The Bible!

Which means, He said, to “go ‘OUT THERE,’ and jump and scream some libel!

And “take a chance” and get some sun, and eat a pork chop on the run,

And smile and sing and hug around,

‘Cause Heaven’s se-cure – To The Ground!

I thanked HIM kindly, He-said-”AVOID-THE-FRIGHT!”

And

To-Everyone-He-Said:

“Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-And-Have-A-Good-Night!” 🙂 “Santa Rocks!” The Mystic Poet.

fin. ❤

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