I read about this blogging stuff
and how it's written off the cuff.
I thought about the time involved,
I wondered whether life is solved
sitting down and writing out
philosophy like...'what is doubt?'
Anyway I've started now
and I'll go on and on and how!

Writing every line to rhyme
might make it seem as if ...well... I'm
going to be limited
in spelling out my thoughts. Get rid
of any misconception
this is not what my perception
of the whole idea of blogs
is all about. These logs
are letting us reveal our minds.
The rhyming helps me tilt the blinds.
After all, who wants to see
EVERY little thought in me?

Today's the last day of my break,
2 weeks off work is meant to make
a teacher into Superteach.
And since I went in (late but) each
day last week I'm..well..almost
organised. This weekend I'm supposed
to clean the house. I've mopped
and dusted. Now I've stopped-
I'm putting off the vacuum cleaning.
All this stuff is so demeaning.
Human minds were made to THINK
how I hate these chores! They stink.

A week ago I drove to visit
my daughter (18). She's so 'with it'.
The day before, her fingernails
were added to, extended. 'Scales'
glued onto the fingertips.
Gorgeous length, those fake-y bits
just look natural and white.
That's a polish, French. all right?