Sunday’s upon us We will relax together Mom, Dad, and the boys
Dirty window pane It’s far too cold to open Spring cleaning postponed
Hear the dreaded clicks The engine will hesitate Delayed combustion
The first line is five The second line is seven Third line five again
Cavs are making trades I can’t keep up with them all They must keep Cedi!
“So, don’t hang your hat where the rubber hits the road” That made zero sense.
You could not miss it Just set your eyes on the east A rainbow skyline
Birch bark bleached bold against the blue Softer breeze suggesting Spring
I followed the signs Dead end, back up, fits and starts A parking lot maze
Ev’ry week must end The work does not end with it We pause tomorrow