I have a tendency to drop
My pills upon the ground;
No matter how I look for them,
They’re nowhere to be found.
“I’m sure they fell somewhere ’round here,”
I say and search with hope,
But somehow they just disappear
Beyond my puzzled scope.
They’re likely with my unpaired socks,
Where all the lost have gone,
Into a greedy void of space
Where all the dropped are drawn.
The other night one of my pills shot off and landed in the dustbin, in a mound of uneaten cat food. I had little choice but to wipe it down with a tea towel and eat it. Most unpleasant.
I think you got lucky. It could have been much worse.
Oh oh oh! Yes I just cleaned my floor and even underneath things(cuz im unemployed) found a colorful assortment of pills. Never thought of a poem…love that feline mind of yours!
Ah, so they can go under stuff…never thought about that. š
Oh ya better look!
Socks and pills dancing a merry little dance all around your house Cubby š
Ah Jo, you rub salt in the wound. *licks salt*
mmmmm salt..
My salt. All mine. *licks salt faster*
haha I am eating dominos pizza for tea, I think I am about to go into a salt overload š
mmmmm pizza..