“WHAT’D YOU DO THIS WEEKEND?” a poem, a.k.a.: “Spill Your Guts, Please; I’ll Ask You Again, ‘Won’t You Spill Your Guts, Please?’ I’ll Ask You Again…” 10/27/2019 (Sunday)
My friend’s on a FACT FINDING MISSION,
To expand his ol’ head, and he’s wishin’
That I will EX PRESS,
MANY THINGS, and address,
The needs of his perilous ambition.
For, this weekend was filled TO THE BRIM,
All the things that did happen;
It would take so much “mappin’,”
That THE WORLD WOULD JUST POP OFF ITS RIM.
So, I will just say: “Lots of stuff,”
AndWhenJimSays: “That isn’t enough,
ForIlike listening to you,
AndAll The Things that you do;
ComeON SpillIT; it can’t be that tough.
But IT IS, and I’d rather re lax,
Than express all this stuff TO THE MAX.
It’s like Jesus said:
“Give a rest to your head;
There’s nothing so boring as facts.”