Have mercy on Fio--she knows she's sweaty, and is pretty sure that she's still sick too. None-the-less, she put all her dirty clothes into the washer because otherwise, she'd have to run around naked tomorrow. Ahh, modern living....
Your girl made a nice trip around the cul-de-sac this afternoon, but forgot to put the two envelopes that she was clutching tightly in her hand into the neighborhood mailbox as she passed by. Ah well, there's always tomorrow.
Another poem by Fiorella-----
IN CASE YOU NEEDED TO KNOW
How to suffocate the clown:
First you push its head way down
Deep into the shiny box
Until the mechanism locks.
Then you tuck the box away--
Where you wish for it to stay
For Jacks are troublesome, at best,
Embarrassing when there are guests.
When all that I have said is done,
Hold your tongue and tell no one
Tell not a soul what you're about,
For he might let the damn Jack out
And that is how to handle the latter
But the poet herself is a different matter!😄
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