A onesie, a twosie!
Sportin’ my blue suede Addidas Shoesies.
Hedden shoulders, blow yer nose.
Thrust out tushie, grab yer toes.
Drizzle! Mention Drizzle!
Seriously.
A day at work in middle school
is like orange juice without sunshine.
We all are beasts of burden.
Something happens when I write for dVerse Poets Pub. Tonight the prompt is write a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) including the word drizzle. Then there’s the NaPoWriMo prompts… something about a portrait poem and a traveling poem. So, too much stress? I don’t know. It is what it is… whatever it is.
Life in Portofino 
Oh my goodness, that made me laugh. I can only imagine a day at middle school.
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Try not to… trust me! Glad I caused laughter. It’s better if I can catch someone in mid-drink.
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Oh boy…feelin ya bro…orange juice without sunshine…just no drinking that.
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Too true. Ain’t no sunshine…. hm, could be a song.
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Nice title. I like the description of a workday as “orange juice without sunshine”.
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Thank you! It is very descriptive.
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This is the most fun I’ve had all day! I feel like there should be a song to go with the dance you have written. Kinda like the Locamotion… Fabulous, baby – fabulous!
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You are too kind! But thank you! It means a lot, coming from you, Jill.
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“A day at work in middle school
is like orange juice without sunshine.
We all are beasts of burden.”
This was like a flashback to middle school, carrying a backpack as large as me around the packed hallways.
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They still do! Glad I was able to provide a flashback….
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Clever, wry and well wrapped-up. You took me there complete with the smells of gym period. One never forgets no matter how old we get. Well done!
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Wait?!? You went to the gym? Without permission or a pass? That’ll be a referral for you! Glad you enjoyed the experience.
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I can’t imagine the chaos and sunshine but it’s a blessing to work with the young, smiles ~
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Whenever I’m asked how I am, I respond, “I’m blessed.” It’s a kind of all-purpose answer. Glad gave it a read.
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I found this clever and charming. There is a lot of stress out there in Challengeland.
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Sometimes too much, and then my poet’s heart goes blink. Glad you enjoyed it!
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what a malady I felt reading this – orange juice without sunshine was brilliant!
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Thank you! I really never know what’s going to happen when a poem picks me up for a ride.
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Brings back memories (or shivers) of teaching five and six year olds. The big ones would have killed me!
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Shivers. In my case, eye twitch. But you have to love them… it’s mandated!
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Given this example of your quirky sense of humor, I think your students must be very lucky! This was sheer pleasure to read!
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Actually, I’m a dean. I make them laugh and then I make them cry… and then I laugh. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Lol blue suede shoesies
It’s all about the shoes in middle school I guess..lookie at my new shoesees
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Nikes or Jordans… or LeBrons… or…. Yep. All about the shoes.
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I absolutely love it. The abrupt change of tone works perfectly.
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Glad you enjoyed it! I’m playing with my poetic voice… well, mostly I’m playing!
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I hear ya’. I felt like a beast of burden in my last few years before retirement welcomed my weary soul.
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