Tuesdays...

Came home and fell into a wriggling heap of warm snugglies and wibbling widgets.

The wormjuice is still swirling around in my blood. Time to drink milk.

But at least I'm awake and feeling peppy. Go, peppy, and extend my domain into the living room. ----I fly.

Past time.

harsh, this winter, yes
and cold the skies
no snow has fallen yet--
in a white fury it flies
across the glass, yes
of my television screen
peppered with black, yet
concealing the obscene