QUOTE (Lone Wolf @ Jul 25 07, 09:51 ) [snapback]100172[/snapback]
He Wrote It On A Napkin
As he sat there staring downward
at his newly emptied plate,
his mind returns to breakfast
and the things that he just ate.
Hash browns and scrambled eggs,
and jelly on some toast.
Then suddenly he turns pale white.
He looks just like a ghost.
He grabs his pen and looks around.
No paper can he find.
The urgency to write them down;
these thoughts upon his mind.
He struggles hard to no avail,
lookin for somethin’ to use.
A napkin will work nicely
for a place to record his muse.
Frantically, he scribbles away
on napkins from the dispenser.
Now he records his muse non stop.
there is no time for censor.
Now the coffee’s cold. The muse
has stopped. He puts his pen away;
then stuffs the napkins in his pocket;
pays the tab and walks away.
And then a few days later,
his wife finds in the wash,
what remains of 15 napkins
as she washed away his thoughts.
Yes he wrote it on a napkin.
And it was sure to be a winner.
It’s gone for now and will have to wait;
until he goes for dinner.
This is precious! It's so cute.
I've done that! I can totally relate. Luckily, my husband doesn't do the laundry.
A greatly entertaining poem!
Anne