Breezy blunders

I took that long book of pages,

That had taken me absolute ages,

And now, while them having writ,

Of them I would not dare quit.

A paper clip! A paper clip,

My kingdom for a paper clip,

Oh, chance the weather and the wind,

A decision I’d later rescind,

For out the door, with bundled pages,

That took to write, seemingly ages,

I strode out a confident writer,

But a silly, very stupid blighter,

For the wind whistled and picked up,

And like a splashed, spilt coffee cup,

Went dashed upon the floor below,

And fell like white foolscap shaped snow.

So, there I stood, a head of wonders,

The victim of some breezy blunders.

 

 

 

 

Thank you M

INSPIRED BY  PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT

THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL

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