Oh darn, the weekend’s over and I got nothing done.
I checked my lottery tickets but nothing was won.
Saturday and Sunday went their way and I went mine,
It was nice have nothing to do; that suited me fine.
I slept restlessly with lots of pillow slapping.
Dreaming of birds above me crapping*.
Sunday I did nothing, saw no one and went nowhere.
Just a wonderful day of nothingness without a care.
Then Monday morning the alarm clock was ringing again.
Nothing’s more depressing; I need my moment of Zen.
Monday is always the worst because it’s hard getting started.
Any effort made Monday morning is always half-hearted.
Then it’s a whole new week with nothing more meaningful.
Just thinking more about nothing; there’s nothing more dull.
It’s sad when there is nothing to look forward to
I suppose I could make a wish list of things to do.
I tried that once but there was nothing for which I wished.
It resulted in a big blank page with nothing accomplished.
I read a few other blogs, even got a recipe for stuffing.
Then I read mine and there was…well, nothing.
My blogging friend, Diane, has reblogged me several times.
She calls my blogs a “series of poems” not rhymes.
I think she’s just trying to class up my act a little, but yet
With the bird line above she’s probably feeling some regret.
Still, there is nothing to feel bad about being here.
Here is where nothing is so there’s nothing to fear.
*okay, a little crude I admit, but it rhymes and that is all I promised.
Marc Kuhn is the author of three books. Recently published is an adult historical novel, THE POPE’S STONE. The other two books are for children: NEVER GOOSE A MOOSE…And a bunch of other things you should never do!; and ABOUT A FARM, lessons for life regardless of where you live. All three books are available at amazon.com and each has its own .com website under its title.
Intimate details about Marc Kuhn and other exhilarating stuff at marckuhn.com