A few weeks ago I saw a news story that triggered a whimsical poem. Living in Florida it's not uncommon for gators to be wandering. This particular Sunday afternoon an alligator had walked into the lobby of a local hotel in my area. It was not a big gator but a small size. Of course any gator can be scary.
The funny thing about this incident is that the local chapter of a veteran's organization which I am member is hosting the state wide convention in June. The hotel, where the gator wandered into, is where the convention is being held. I am hoping that there is no repeat of this come convention time.
The other poem I composed gives my thoughts on Wednesday. Yes it's hump day as it's called. When I worked that was usually a long day for me as I'd work ten hours on Wednesday so on Fridays I'd have only a six hour shift. It seemed like Wednesday would never end. I always thought after Wednesday it was all down hill. Of course I realized that the weekend would come and go so quickly. It would be back to the same old, same old come Monday.
Until tomorrow....remember two more work days.
What would you do if a gator strolled into a hotel where you are staying?
Enjoy the day.
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SEEKING a COLD BREW
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Into the local hotel.......
he wandered on a Sunday
afternoon.....
AL E. GATOR
Patrons in the lobby.....
terrified by his presence
Sauntering down the hall Al
headed.....not a care in the
world
hoping to find the cocktail
lounge
But no such luck......no bar
at the facility
Everyone watched with amazement......panic upon their
faces as he scampered around
Unsure of what to expect from
him next
Mr. Gator did not want to cause
a disturbance
Nor create a scene or scare
All he wanted....to sit and enjoy
a cold one or two on a hot April
day
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HUMP DAY
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Hey it's Wednesday....here's
hoping the rest of the week
goes by rapidly
Unfortunately two more days of
work....two more days of
drudge and toil
Monday through Friday drags on
and on....and on....each day
seems like forty-eight hours
instead of twenty-four
Performing our best....striving to
make a living....fifty-two
weeks a year
Day after day......after day......
after day......after day......
Always the same old routine....
get up....go to work....come
home....go to bed.....
REPEAT
Yet....we keep trudging along
till Friday....the weekend
comes....the weekend
goes....the cycle begins
once more
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